Watch Sean Paul and Shenseea New Video “Rolling”

Sean Paul and Shenseea debut the long video for their party anthem “Rolling.”

The Ruption-directed cut starts out with Shenseea hitchhiking on the freeway. She gets a ride by jumping on the side of a big rig after the driver stopped and got out the truck and realized that she vanished. In another scene, Sean Paul spits his lyrics while being surrounded by some banging females. “Something fat this a stumbling block / Jump up pon yuh ting me a quint and lock / Me kotch pon di key and put it pon time / Like say a me invent the hand on di clock,” SP deejays.

“Rolling” is the first collaboration between Sean Paul and Shenseea and we wonder why it took so long. The Romeich Entertainment singer had a great year in dancehall and is looking to conquer dancehall airwaves next year. Sean Paul is currently working on his next album, due sometime next year. The project will be the first off his new multi-album deal with island records.

Shenseea is also rumored to be working on an upcoming project, but as of the time of this publication, there are no additional details available from her management. Watch the video for “Rolling” below.

Shaggy and Sting Working On Joint Album

Shaggy and Sting has a joint album on the way.

The dancehall legend and the British music legend are joining forces for an upcoming project. Sting will be performing in Jamaica next month for the annual charity concert “Shaggy and Friends” at King’s House in St. Andrew. But that’s not all that the two are working on. The legendary singer has been associated with reggae music for decades after forming the band The Police in the mid-1970s.

“We have something working on, but I can’t say anything right now,” Shaggy said. “We recently did a song that I had written. His manager heard the song and he played it. Afterwards Sting walked in and began to sing the hook.” Sources close to the dancehall icon told Dancehall HipHop that they already started the recording process and are looking to release the album sometime next year.

“There are some recordings currently being done in Jamaica at Shaggy studio and some being done in the UK,” sources said.

“Shaggy and Friends” will be held on January 6, 2018 at King’s House and will feature international stars Fetty Wap, Wyclef Jean and Sting. A host of local acts will also be taking the stage. The profits from the show will go towards The Bustamante Hospital For Children. Over the last six years, the concert has raised over US$1.5

D Double E – Better Than The Rest (feat. Wiley)

[Verse 1: D Double E]
Lyrical Incredible Hulk
I get money and I get it in bulk
Make a MC go home and sulk
Them man can’t show me the ropes
Cuh nah, them man can’t show me the ropes
Them man there on a slippery slope
Them man there must think it’s a joke
Them man are snorting too much coke
Cuh you can put me to the test
Blood, there’s no contest
Which soundboy wanna test?
Right now, blud, I don’t care less
You can make a bird call to the nest
I got man that wanna invest
I got labels showing interest
Can you smell that lemon zest?
If you see me with an empress
You better check out the bum and breast
Yeah, let’s go home and rest
Let’s quickly undress
Yeah everyting cool and bless
In life, man have to progress
I want more success
I want more success, cuh

[Chorus: D Double E]
I’m better than the rest
Nah, none of these men can’t test
I’m putting in more, not less
Yeah, you can hold this to the chest
I don’t care what your pump on your chest
‘Cause I’ll pump this in your chest (bluku)
Straight through your bulletproof vest (bluku)
You can be my guest (bluku)

[Verse 2: Wiley]
I’m the best MC
North, south, east to the west MC
Skillwise big up my chest MC
Big up Lady Leshurr, big up your breast MC
Like who’s gonna test MC?
I tell my dons go fetch MC
Don’t leave until you catch MC
I’m no basic but I am a next MC
No FaceTime, ring up or text MC
Man are OG, I know how to flex MC
Look into my face and read my lips clearly
I’m telling you, I am the best MC
I’m not a Drake, or a Wayne
Or a Jay-Z, or a Kanye West MC
I’m a cheese lemon zest MC
Dallas falcon crest MC

[Chorus: D Double E]
I’m better than the rest
Nah, none of these men can’t test
I’m putting in more, not less
Yeah, you can hold this to the chest
I don’t care what your pump on your chest
‘Cause I’ll pump this in your chest (bluku)
Straight through your bulletproof vest (bluku)
You can be my guest (bluku)

[Verse 3: D Double E]
I’m that lyrical arsonist
Them boy there ain’t even half of this
Lyrical title, yeah, they’re after this
I don’t know what them men are on
I don’t know what them man are thinking
I will bun them like cherry bomb
Cuh us man are here still proving a lot
Them men are losing the plot
Feel the fire blazing, blazing
No hold back, no energy saving
Sizzling like steak in the pan
D Double E and his right hand man
Keeping it overly real, cuh we can
Stick with the plan, stick with the program
And if I like your gyally
Wham, bam, thank you, maam

[Chorus: D Double E]
I’m better than the rest
Nah, none of these men can’t test
I’m putting in more, not less
Yeah, you can hold this to the chest
I don’t care what your pump on your chest
‘Cause I’ll pump this in your chest (bluku)
Straight through your bulletproof vest (bluku)
You can be my guest (bluku)

Gunna – Drip Or Drown

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
I got woodgrain on my Damier Buckle
Cool quarter mill in my Goyard duffle
I won again so you still gotta shuffle
Born with the drip and just learned how to hustle
Look at your bitch through these Dior bifocals
I get me some Henn, she bend that shit over
They say lately I been lookin’ like dollars
Pinstripe high waters, I dress like a golfer
We ride in foreigns, ain’t no more Impalas
They ain’t have the new born but I got baby bottles
Shoppin’ at Barney, I drip like a model
Watch how I drip when I hit that Met Gala
Codeine I sip with my lip, don’t get splattered
Doctor told me I got l lean in my bladder
Run through this cash like family don’t matter
I got your back, feel the same pain together
Pop off the tag, my partner just swear
Baby blue Jag made my mom feel better
Fucked a snow bunny at my show at Coachella
VVS damn they pointers in my bezel
We move too fast, it get slimy as ever
Life is too grimy, I watch for the devil
It’s a Rolls Royce, and it comes with umbrellas
2018 and that Porsche Carrera

[Chorus]
Goyard pouch (hey)
Racks in the quarter ounce (hey)
Two accounts (hey)
Large amounts, ooh
Shop around (hey)
Designer down, ooh
Drip or drown (hey)
Drip or drown, ooh

[Verse 2]
Killin’ these hoes, need to call paramedics
New Fendi runners, I feel athletic
Run that shit up, bought my partner a Patek
Blowin’ this cash, it was times we ain’t have it
Got twenty-one bitches, I must be a savage
Cook in the kitchen, the dope smell like acid
Pourin’ this Hi-Tech, I’m sippin’, relaxin’
Vibes in LA, Gunna fuckin’ the baddest
FN ain’t plastic, put him in a casket
I wiped his nose quickly, pass him a napkin (slime)
Got an addiction, in love with this fashion
Prayin’ for all of my bros like we Catholic
Lifetime of hats ’cause you always be cappin’
Niggas ain’t eatin’, stop cappin’, you ain’t fastin’
Can’t get no sleep ’cause my life is all action
See how shit happened, I made it in rappin’

[Chorus]
Goyard pouch (hey)
Racks in the quarter ounce (hey)
Two accounts (hey)
Large amounts, ooh
Shop around (hey)
Designer down, ooh
Drip or drown (hey)
Drip or drown, ooh

Bhad Bhabie – Mama Don’t Worry (Still Ain’t Dirty)

[Intro]
DJ Chose
I was out there on the hustle
I know you remember me
No more sleeping on the floor
I got some money finally
Mama don’t worry, mama don’t worry
I did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty

[Hook]
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
Baby, I’m outchea so don’t worry
I’m in the field without no jersey
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
I came through, popped up on the first day
She say she love me ’cause I’m worthy
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty

[Verse 1]
11 years old I was sitting on the block
Yeah, my family had a little so I hid it in my sock
Sold them pills like they was Skittles, yeah, I always made a lot
I was always dodging 12, putting work in off the clock
Almost got cuffed, it was too much, it was a lot of drama
It was the streets that raising me, had to be dad and mama
I was young, head strong, wasn’t letting up
Disrespectful my demeanor, didn’t know who to trust

[Pre-Hook]
Now my mama straight, I ain’t gotta push no weight
I came from the dirt, now I’m living great
Said I won’t gone make it, look how hard they hated
Never had enough and now the bank, we break it
(We break it, bitch)

[Hook]
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
Baby, I’m outchea so don’t worry
I’m in the field without no jersey
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
I came through, popped up on the first day
She say she love me ’cause I’m worthy
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty

[Verse 2]
Escaped the belly of the beast without a stain on me
Ready for fighting and my fist has got that ring on it
Boynton Beach out to the hills, how far I came from it
Now the whole world sneaking pictures for the fame of it
Reckless on that show, man that’s old news
120 on that ranch, on my own two
I did that crime, I beat that case, kept paying my dues
I did my time, I made them wait, and now I can’t lose

[Pre-Hook]
Now my mama straight, I ain’t gotta push no weight
I came from the dirt, now I’m living great
Said I won’t gone make it, look how hard they hated
Never had enough and now the bank, we break it
(We break it, bitch)

[Hook]
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
Baby, I’m outchea so don’t worry
I’m in the field without no jersey
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
I came through, popped up on the first day
She say she love me ’cause I’m worthy
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty

Upchurch – Tennessee Dreamin

[Intro]
DJ Chose
I was out there on the hustle
I know you remember me
No more sleeping on the floor
I got some money finally
Mama don’t worry, mama don’t worry
I did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty

[Hook]
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
Baby, I’m outchea so don’t worry
I’m in the field without no jersey
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
I came through, popped up on the first day
She say she love me ’cause I’m worthy
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty

[Verse 1]
11 years old I was sitting on the block
Yeah, my family had a little so I hid it in my sock
Sold them pills like they was Skittles, yeah, I always made a lot
I was always dodging 12, putting work in off the clock
Almost got cuffed, it was too much, it was a lot of drama
It was the streets that raising me, had to be dad and mama
I was young, head strong, wasn’t letting up
Disrespectful my demeanor, didn’t know who to trust

[Pre-Hook]
Now my mama straight, I ain’t gotta push no weight
I came from the dirt, now I’m living great
Said I won’t gone make it, look how hard they hated
Never had enough and now the bank, we break it
(We break it, bitch)

[Hook]
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
Baby, I’m outchea so don’t worry
I’m in the field without no jersey
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
I came through, popped up on the first day
She say she love me ’cause I’m worthy
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty

[Verse 2]
Escaped the belly of the beast without a stain on me
Ready for fighting and my fist has got that ring on it
Boynton Beach out to the hills, how far I came from it
Now the whole world sneaking pictures for the fame of it
Reckless on that show, man that’s old news
120 on that ranch, on my own two
I did that crime, I beat that case, kept paying my dues
I did my time, I made them wait, and now I can’t lose

[Pre-Hook]
Now my mama straight, I ain’t gotta push no weight
I came from the dirt, now I’m living great
Said I won’t gone make it, look how hard they hated
Never had enough and now the bank, we break it
(We break it, bitch)

[Hook]
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
Baby, I’m outchea so don’t worry
I’m in the field without no jersey
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
I came through, popped up on the first day
She say she love me ’cause I’m worthy
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty

Roy Wood$ – Monday To Monday

[Chorus]
I got my mind on my money nigga from Monday to Monday
Thinking about my money go to Church on a Sunday
Popped an ecstacy pills xans when I wanna
You can’t talk to me about that good or bad karma
I got my mind on my money nigga from Monday to Monday
Thinking about my money go to Church on a Sunday
Popped an ecstacy pills xans when I wanna
You can’t talk to me about that good or bad karma

[Bridge]
Yeah
Play
With me
Off ecstasy

[Verse 1]
Money fly you out when you in Georgia
I make sure shorty feel important
Balmains while she’s going shopping
Marylyn keeps her on auto pilot (auto, auto, auto)
Catch me with thugs
Ride around with them birds
Drugs make her slow
Can’t feel her toes
Gang shit on Tour
Ohh she love me (hey)
All my diamonds dreaded (hey)
Bitch touch Molly (oh)
Girl what you planning (oh oh)
I feel like Aladin(yeah)
I just found my Jasmine(my Jasmine)
Ohh she crazy
I love her crazy

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m not new here
So don’t disrespect me for some
[?]
And I don’t know who cares but I
Don’t don’t really care ’bout you
Don’t don’t wanna hear ’bout you
Don’t don’t really care ’bout you
Don’t don’t wanna hear ’bout you
Wanna hear bout you
Don’t don’t really care ’bout you
Don’t don’t wanna hear ’bout you
Don’t Don’t
Don’t Don’t

[Chorus]
I got my mind on my money nigga from Monday to Monday
Thinking about my money go to Church on a Sunday
Popped an ecstacy pills xans when I wanna
You can’t talk to me about that good or bad karma
I got my mind on my money nigga from Monday to Monday
Thinking about my money go to Church on a Sunday
Popped an ecstacy pills xans when I wanna
You can’t talk to me about that good or bad karma

[Bridge]
Yeah
Play
With me
Off ecstasy

[Verse 2]
Gyal dem go shopping
Tagged up with squaddy
Saks fifth better spend a bag if you walk in
Ass too melodic in Toronto with exotic
Like these bitches are from Europe
My girl look like Katy Cherry
She got tattoos in her arm
She sings like Adele
Narcotics for fun
Liquors for the pain
Don’t believe in love
[?]
Face, out my face bitch
Am I looking out your way now
[?]
But I’m looking for my main girl
I could barely think
I have way too much to say now
[?]
And fly out to Costa Rica
[?]

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m not new to this
So don’t disrespect me for some
[?]
And I don’t know who cares but I
Don’t don’t really care ’bout you
Don’t don’t wanna hear ’bout you
Don’t don’t really care ’bout you
Don’t don’t wanna hear ’bout you
Wanna hear bout you
Don’t don’t really care ’bout you
Don’t don’t wanna hear ’bout you
Don’t Don’t
Don’t Don’t

[Chorus]
I got my mind on my money nigga from Monday to Monday
Thinking about my money go to Church on a Sunday
Popped an ecstacy pills xans when I wanna
You can’t talk to me about that good or bad karma
I got my mind on my money nigga from Monday to Monday
Thinking about my money go to Church on a Sunday
Popped an ecstacy pills xans when I wanna
You can’t talk to me about that good or bad karma

Sheryl Crow – The Dreaming Kind

I turned off the news again tonight
It’s getting hard to watch everyone fight
But every time I turn my face
I see the world from outer space
How small we are but look how much we have to waste

So I’m giving it all I got
There’ll be no more wasting precious time
I’m giving it all I got
Nothing’s ever going to change my mind
That we’re beautiful inside
Maybe I’m the dreaming kind

Could you imagine it, if love was blind
If on this earth everybody was kind
Oh what a different world it’d be
If peace was our reality
But how far will we have to fall
Before we meet destiny

So I’m giving it all I got
There’ll be no more wasting precious time
So I’m giving it all I got
Nothing’s ever going to change my mind
That we’re beautiful inside
Maybe I’m the dreaming kind

Every child is pure until he learns to hate
They watch with innocence and imitate
They say that love can conquer all, but there is no time to wait

So I’m giving it all I got
Even if I cannot change a thing
I’m giving it all I got
Gonna fight to keep remembering
That we are beautiful inside
Maybe I’m just the dreaming kind

Moby – Like A Motherless Child

[Hook – Raquel Rodriguez]
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
So far from home

[Verse 1 – Moby]
This was life and this was safer
All was strange and always stranger
I laid [?] but so much [?]
I’m never safe from all this danger
The demon’s eyes and demon [?]satyr[?]
I was bait but what would bait her?
Don’t know my needs, don’t know my ways [?]
I hide my face, no way to face her
This was loss, this was name
This was my truth, this was no game
This was not hope, this was not sane
And from these broken places made
That was loss and this was later
I wanted less but nothing greater
I couldn’t leave, I couldn’t stay
Like a motherless child

[Hook – Raquel Rodriguez]
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
So far from home

[Verse 2 – Moby]
This was loss and this was later
Always hate but never hate her
I laid in wait but so much later
And never safe from all this danger
The demon’s eyes, the demon [?]satyr[?]
I was bait, but what would bait her
Don’t know my needs, don’t know my ways [?]
I hide my face, no way to face her
This was loss, this was name
This was my truth, this was no game
This was not hope, this was not sane
And from these broken places made
That was loss and this was later
I wanted less but nothing greater
I couldn’t leave, I couldn’t stay
Like a motherless child

[Hook – Raquel Rodriguez]
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
So far from home
So far from home

Brett Young – O Holy Night

O Holy night, the stars are brightly shining
It is the night of our dear Savior’s birth
Long lay the world in sin and error pining
‘Til He appeared and the soul felt its worth
A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn

Fall on your knees
O hear the angel voices
O night divine!
O night when Christ was born

Truly He taught us to love one another
His law is love and His gospel is peace
Chains shall He break, for the slave is our brother
And in His name, all oppression shall cease
Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we
Let all within us praise His holy name

Fall on your knees
O hear the angel voices
O night divine!
O night when Christ was born

Fall, fall on your knees
O hear the angel voices
O night divine!
O night when Christ was born

O night divine!
O night, O night divine!

Taylor Swift – Look What You Made Me Do (At Capital’s Jingle Bell Ball 2017) (Live)

[Verse 1]
I don’t like your little games
Don’t like your tilted stage
The role you made me play
Of the fool, no, I don’t like you
I don’t like your perfect crime
How you laugh when you lie
You said the gun was mine
Isn’t cool, no, I don’t like you (oh)

[Pre-Chorus]
But I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time
Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time
I’ve got a list of names and yours is in red, underlined
I check it once, then I check it twice (oh)

[Chorus]
Ooh, look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
Look what you just made me do
Look what you just made me—
Ooh, look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
Look what you just made me do
Look what you just made me do

[Verse 2]
I don’t like your kingdom keys
They once belonged to me
You asked me for a place to sleep
Locked me out and threw a feast (what?)
The world moves on, another day, another drama, drama
But not for me, not for me, all I think about is karma
And then the world moves on, but one thing’s for sure
Maybe I got mine, but you’ll all get yours

[Pre-Chorus]
But I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time (nick of time)
Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time (I do it all the time)
I’ve got a list of names and yours is in red, underlined
I check it once, then I check it twice (oh)

[Chorus]
Ooh, look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
Look what you just made me do
Look what you just made me—
Ooh, look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
Look what you just made me do
Look what you just made me do

[Bridge]
I don’t trust nobody and nobody trusts me
I’ll be the actress starring in your bad dreams
I don’t trust nobody and nobody trusts me
I’ll be the actress starring in your bad dreams
I don’t trust nobody and nobody trusts me
I’ll be the actress starring in your bad dreams
I don’t trust nobody and nobody trusts me
I’ll be the actress starring in your bad dreams
(Ooh, look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
Look what you just made me do
Look what you just made me—
Ooh, look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
Look what you just made me—)
"I’m sorry, the old Taylor can’t come to the phone right now
"Why? Oh, ’cause she’s dead!" (Oh)

[Chorus]
Ooh, look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
Look what you just made me do
Look what you just made me—
Ooh, look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
Look what you just made me do
Look what you just made me do

Skepta – Ghost Ride (feat. A$AP Rocky & A$AP Nast)

I never gave a fuck
I’m on a paper chase, I tell ’em
Eat my dust, hate my guts
Eat my dust, hate my guts
Lick my nuts, kiss my butt
Lick my, I’m just tryna get a nut
Never, never, never, never, never
I’m smoking the reefer, I roll with the nina
I roam from the reaper and glock bust
Twisting my finger, I fuck on a diva
I go to Antigua, Bahamas
Comma, llama, they not equipped for the drama
Got weed on my fingers, got me on my speakers
Got lean on the seat of the Lam’ bruh
Chopper, chopper, pull up around with a Mossberg
When the reaper come, redrum, I’ll murder something
Enemies on my mind, enemies in the past when I blast
My TEC-9, it go pat pat pat pat, rat a tat tat tat
Too fast, niggas know how I get
And this revenge up in my eyes, I’m committing my sin, amen
Lord forgive me for the shit I did, was just a little kid
But you know I never gave a fuck about shit, ’bout shit
Since I came up and I’m on my old shit, old shit
And they ain’t about shit, ’bout shit, ’bout shit
Since I came up and I’m on my old shit, old shit
And they ain’t about shit, ’bout shit
Niggas ain’t about shit, ’bout shit uh
Told the plug it’s for me, he came down on the price
Live a bit in these streets, I teach you how to survive
You disrespect me, you playing around with your life
I see you follow fashion, tryna get down with the hype
Like Freddy Kreuger, man I get down with the stripes
It’s VVS, man there ain’t no clouds in my ice
She said what’s my real name and I don’t know how to reply
On a different planet, man I’m out of my mind
I was on the grind for many years and you were never there
Who the fuck’s putting all this stuffing in these teddy bears?
And fuck my enemies, man I make the devil scared
Man I got six chains, and I wear them anywhere
Everyday I’m shitting and I’m pissing on this hypocrisy
It’s that uncontrollable demon they didn’t wanna see
This that virus in the system, the prodigy
And I have to murder all you fakers in this odyssey, greaze!
Yeah, life is like a movie, life is like a movie
Live it like a movie, live it like a movie
Swear these haters, they don’t move me
Yeah, aye, life is like a movie, Steven Spielberg
Riding through your city with the Mossberg
I just parked a Benz right up on the curb
Pull up on a bird, ask her what’s the word?
Said they on the corner, they ain’t got your work
Yeah, yeah them niggas got the nerve
I’mma pull up, swerve, skrr, yeah I swerve
Hammer time, hammer time
If it’s beef, pussy, yeah I handle mine
Yeah, that’s a A$AP nigga, then I pulled the trigger
Niggas think they big, ’til a bullet hit
Niggas up the shit, yeah, rappers full of shit, yeah
Hope they get the picture, I don’t give a fuck
About shit, ’bout shit
Since I came up and I’m on my old shit, old shit
And they ain’t about shit, ’bout shit, ’bout shit
Since I came up and I’m on my old shit, old shit
And they ain’t about shit, ’bout shit
Niggas ain’t about shit, ’bout shit, uh

Shy Glizzy – Get It Again Lyrics

[Intro: Shy Glizzy]
Hey
Young Jefe
Cardo got wings
Fuck it up, get it again

[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
My mind it be stuck on that cash
If I love you, I’ll give you my last
Hundreds and fifties is hitting the stash
Twenties and tens, we blow that shit fast
Fuck it up, get it again
Fuck it up, get it again
Fuck it up, get it again
We fuck it up, fuck it up, get it again
I’m here to make money, not friends
I fell in love with the blue on them bands
I like to thumb through a check with my friends
For all of this money, committed some sins
Fuck it up, get it again (yeah)
Fuck it up, get it again (fuck it up)
Fuck it up, get it again
We fuck it up, fuck it up, get it again, yeah

[Verse 1: Shy Glizzy]
She wanna fuck with a boss
She cannot kick it with him
She wanna fuck a big dog
I told her okay lil baby I’m him
Me and my niggas we ballin’
Fuck around, cut the net off of the rim (swish)
I fuck around, fuck her again (yeah)
Then I fuck around, fuck on her friends
They like who is them niggas right there?
I see all of them dressed in Monclers
I spent twenty bands on my ears (bling bling)
Goddamnit this shit is unfair (goddamn, goddamn)
Play with me nigga, I dare
I highly advise you to stay over there
Got your lil bitch and another lil bitch and they all in my bed
We layin’ on the spread
I am the Louboutin don
I’m passing my swag to my son
Big booty bitch on my arm
She papi can we go to Milan?
I took that bitch to Miami
Yeah and we stayed at The One
We had to live up on Sunday
I fucked that bitch off the Dom Perignon, uh

[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
My mind it be stuck on that cash
If I love you, I’ll give you my last
Hundreds and fifties is hitting the stash
Twenties and tens, we blow that shit fast
Fuck it up, get it again
Fuck it up, get it again
Fuck it up, get it again
We fuck it up, fuck it up, get it again
I’m here to make money, not friends
I fell in love with the blue on them bands
I like to thumb through a check with my friends
For all of this money, committed some sins
Fuck it up, get it again (yeah)
Fuck it up, get it again (fuck it up)
Fuck it up, get it again
We fuck it up, fuck it up, get it again, yeah

[Verse 2: Dave East]
I fell in love with the seats in the Wraith
My lawyer Jewish, I’m beating my case
Hundreds and fifties, we keeping it safe
You say you got pistols, I need ’em today
I don’t feel safe if I ain’t got a pipe
My homie just called me, they just gave him life
I’m tryna give 50K to his lawyer
I hope they appeal that shit like shakin’ dice
Fuck up a check when I run up in Saks
My bitch got my name tatted right on her ass
I used to bag up, go right to the ave
I ain’t have no whip, I got right in the cab
Goin’ for nothing, know I’m with the shit
I like to match up my gun with my fit
Shout out to Glizzy, know I got that glizzy
Got so many diamonds I look like a lick
So many bitches I look like a pimp
We ordering lobster, don’t forget the shrimp
Foreign, I gotta five percent the tint
Every day prayin’, lord forgive my sins
Young nigga risk it all for a Benz
Ain’t got no pal, I’m goin’ to the pen
Baggin’ the powder, blow it in the wind
I’m gon’ get dollars, know I’m ’bout to spend
I gotta get money

[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
My mind it be stuck on that cash
If I love you, I’ll give you my last
Hundreds and fifties is hitting the stash
Twenties and tens, we blow that shit fast
Fuck it up, get it again
Fuck it up, get it again
Fuck it up, get it again
We fuck it up, fuck it up, get it again
I’m here to make money, not friends
I fell in love with the blue on them bands
I like to thumb through a check with my friends
For all of this money, committed some sins
Fuck it up, get it again (yeah)
Fuck it up, get it again (fuck it up)
Fuck it up, get it again
We fuck it up, fuck it up, get it again, yeah

Shy Glizzy – Quiet Storm Lyrics

[Intro: Shy Glizzy]
Yeah
We know who Dope Boy is
It’s a storm coming
Boom boom boom boom boom

[Verse 1: Shy Glizzy]
I’m going hard for it, I had to starve for it
Remember when I ain’t have no money, I had to rob for it
Stood on the block for it, ran from the cops for it
We still be trappin’ out them houses with the cardboard
But don’t be trippin’ over here, no shit is not yours
I heard you saving that lil bitch, better do some time for her
I make her pull up to my condo, go up nine floors
And she gon’ get right to it pronto, my lil fine whore
She asked me what is my cologne, lil bitch that’s Tom Ford
Now let me slam all in that pussy like a backboard
The trap niggas up now, look at the chalkboards
Them cameras how they get you whacked, just get it back boy

[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
Oh why my heart so cold, and why my watch so froze (burr)
Really I don’t know, I did it on my own (Young Jefe)
You see I’m doing numbers, I’m runnin’ out the dungeon
You hear the birds hummin’, where goes the thunder
It’s a storm coming, it’s a storm coming
I got real hundreds, yeah all she want is money
You see we came from nothing, you better get to running
It’s a storm coming, it’s a storm coming

[Outro: Bigga Rankin]
One thing I learned growing up in these streets is that you can’t run from the storm forever. You got to learn to stand up to it. See there is dignity in surviving a storm. You won’t ever walk out of a storm the same person that went in. Glizzy, you have survived every storm that came your way. It’s your time to rain!

Shy Glizzy – Haters Anthem Lyrics

[Intro: Shy Glizzy]
Yeah
Goddamnit man
Ayy, Young Jefe holmes
GG shit

[Verse 1: Shy Glizzy]
Twenty-four hours, bitch I’m rolling off a molly
In twenty-four years I never told on nobody
Oh no rap is not my job bitch, I just do it for a hobby
Them is not no rappers, it’s some gangsters in the party
And I never ever ever let these lames get close to me
‘Cause eighty percent of the time they’re never who they’re supposed to be
I rock Gosha on my body, this Rick Owens on my feet
Got a ho from down in Dallas, she rock gold all on her teeth
Oh why you worried, take a seat
Know you nervous, we can see it
We got birds, we got P’s
Bitch you know 30, you know 3
They believe anything they hear so keep your word like a G
Don’t get buried in these streets, better keep your motherfuckin’ heat

[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
I was trappin’, I was trappin’, remember when I didn’t have it
I ain’t plan it, I ain’t plan it, now a nigga living lavish
Girl you the baddest, you the baddest, all them niggas wish they had it
I’m a savage, I’m a savage, make my niggas get to whackin’
I ain’t have none, ain’t have none, they looked at me like a dummy
It ain’t funny, it ain’t funny, I’m that nigga with the money
I got paper, I got power, I get pussy, get respect
You just acting like a hater ’cause you can’t get none of that

[Verse 2: 30 Glizzy]
I’m a trapper, he a lease, Balenciaga to the feet
Got that draco on the seat, let’s meet wherever you want to meet
Bitch I shoot you opps so weak, give you fifty rounds a piece
All I ask don’t tell on me, this for Mar, this for YC
We don’t do no scared business, you know how I’m living
If we start it we gon’ finish, pull up with them semis
Niggas started hating when I turned my name to Glizzy
And bitches really loved me when I pulled up in the Bentley

[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
I was trappin’, I was trappin’, remember when I didn’t have it
I ain’t plan it, I ain’t plan it, now a nigga living lavish
Girl you the baddest, you the baddest, all them niggas wish they had it
I’m a savage, I’m a savage, make my niggas get to whackin’
I ain’t have none, ain’t have none, they looked at me like a dummy
It ain’t funny, it ain’t funny, I’m that nigga with the money
I got paper, I got power, I get pussy, get respect
You just acting like a hater ’cause you can’t get none of that

[Verse 3: 3 Glizzy]
I’m a real G, you be lyin’ through your teeth
Got a hundred shots on me, stay on point, fuck rollin’ deep
Need three thousand for a beat, these two thousand on my feet
Put this chopper to your face and wake you up right out your sleep
Couple thousand on a fur baby it’s cold up in the streets
Diamonds dancing like a freak, I dare a nigga play with me
Used to be broke now look at me, I know these niggas envy me
Bad bitch from Germany, girl let’s go shopping overseas

[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
I was trappin’, I was trappin’, remember when I didn’t have it
I ain’t plan it, I ain’t plan it, now a nigga living lavish
Girl you the baddest, you the baddest, all them niggas wish they had it
I’m a savage, I’m a savage, make my niggas get to whackin’
I ain’t have none, ain’t have none, they looked at me like a dummy
It ain’t funny, it ain’t funny, I’m that nigga with the money
I got paper, I got power, I get pussy, get respect
You just acting like a hater ’cause you can’t get none of that

[Outro]
You just acting like a hater ’cause you can’t get none of that
You just acting like a hater ’cause you can’t get none of that
You just acting like a hater ’cause you can’t get none of that
You just acting like a hater ’cause you can’t get none of that
You just acting like a hater ’cause you can’t get none of that