Flo Rida – Balla* Lyrics

[Chorus: Flo Rida]
This for my ballas ayyyy
I guess I’m gettin what I had comin
Wish they told me I’ll be stuntin
All my life I’m tryin get money
All my life I’m tryin get money
This for my ballas, I’m a balla

[Verse 1: Flo Rida]
Flo Rida be the landlord I need that rent money
I’m a poor boy eryday I get cake honey
Birthday man my piñata my state honey
Take one glance and the Prada got ’em hatin’ on me
Gun shinin’ on the waist yeah the waist sunny
Like biggie rappin’ I’ll ain’t the way dummy
Jack boys souvenirs to the big tummy
New year chopper wet like the nose runny
Shot clothes takin over what [?]
Sorrowed light bulbs where the sound light blows
The south got soul grand mama got gold
Real granddaddy like formin’ no smoke
This be the truth loose slips next told
Got to get fat carrots see these xxx like kimor
Thick hips holla back like I’m in a lambo
Playin’ xxxxxxx my career peep the rap game cold

[Chorus: Flo Rida]
This for my ballas ayyyy
I guess I’m gettin’ what I had comin’
Wish they told me I’ll be stuntin’
All my life I’m tryin’ get money
All my life I’m tryin’ get money
This for my ballas I’m a balla

[Verse 2: Billy Blue]
That mg get it 305 fitly keep that 22 got to get it
Hustle all day be broke the next
I’ll sleep when I day I need that check
Never thought still pop off like this
Yeah your dam right fool I never had shit
Stuntin’ reel hard like I wanna blow it all
I ain’t tryin’ do xxxx but ball
It’s my time the roly don’t lie
For niggas out there I’m a up my fire
Shit don’t change till a niggaa more tired
If niggaas feel different, you a god dam lie
I’m so high but I’m like xxxx it
That home boy b like a motherfucking bucket
I’m straight thuggin’ the hoes just love it
Your boy xxxx and yes I does it

[Chorus: Flo Rida]
This for my ballas ayyyy
I guess I’m gettin’ what I had comin’
Wish they told me I’ll be stuntin’
All my life I’m tryin’ get money
All my life I’m tryin’ get money
This for my ballas I’m a balla

[Brisco:]
Boy I’m rich and yeah I’m gettin’ money
If it’s close enough then I see it comin’
Call me a balla call me what you want
Call me a real goon riding in a donk
Call me broke cause that I ain’t
I mite be a po boy trying get bank
All my life I’ve ben trying get mo
When it goes down I could tell you how it go
Whoa
Straight from the hood to the good with the bad
Lot these growin’ up I wish I had
But everything in life ain’t promised
Them the last words I herd from momma
Stay reel watching for the haters
Here they come but with money you for lay them
I feel like spendin’ and I want it
No matter how I get it

[Chorus: Flo Rida]
This for my ballas ayyyy
I guess I’m gettin’ what I had comin’
Wish they told me I’ll be stuntin’
All my life I’m tryin’ get money
All my life I’m tryin’ get money
This for my ballas I’m a balla

Did Chris Brown Take A Jab At Cardi B After She Made Billboard History Again?

Chris Brown seems to take a small jab at Cardi B after she tasted Billboard history once again.

The “Bodak Yellow” rapper became only the third artist in history to have their first three entries on the Billboard Hot 100 chart in the top ten simultaneously. According to Billboard, the only other two artists to achieve this are The Beatles and Ashanti. Chris Brown doesn’t think that assessment is correct and addressed it with a statement listing all the artists who achieved that over their careers including himself. “Artists to have three songs in the Billboard Hot 100’s Top 10 simultaneously: The Beatles, Bee Gees, Ashanti, 50 Cent, Usher, Akon, T-Pain, Chris Brown, Adele, Lil Wayne, Iggy Azalea, Ariana Grande, Justin Bieber, The Chainsmokers, Cardi B,” he said.

The problem with Chris Brown’s statement is that all these artists have had three songs charted on the Billboard Hot 100 top 10 simultaneously, but only three of those artists has their “first three entries” on the chart making it to the top 10 at the same time. Cardi B also became the first rapper to have her first three songs on the chart in the top 10 at the same time, putting her name in music history once again.

“Cardi B becomes just the third act – and the first rapper – to place her first three Billboard Hot 100 entries in the chart’s top 10 simultaneously, joining only The Beatles and Ashanti in achieving the feat,” Billboard wrote.

This doesn’t mean that Chris Brown is not a fan of Cardi B, it just means that he wants to highlight his own accolades too all while the media is zooming in on the new rapper. Chris Brown clearly want some respect put on his name and he deserves it, but he just misunderstood Cardi B’s achievement. In related news, Breezy is currently getting ready to drop some new music. On Wednesday he previewed two new songs on IG getting his fans hyped up for a good start to the new year. He didn’t reveal the title or release date for his new music but you can expect them sometime soon given the amount of music he has been releasing lately.

#ChrisBrown said put some #RESPECK on his name too. ?

A post shared by The Shade Room (@theshaderoom) on Jan 3, 2018 at 10:52am PST

Related Posts

Vybz Kartel Fans Roast Sean Kingston Even After Prison Visit

Vybz Kartel fans are savage for this.

Sean Kingston paid a visit to the Worl’Boss at GP last week and came back saying that the dancehall icon is in good spirit and has big plans for this year. You would think that is some great news for the Gazanation fans but turns out that Kingston got trolled instead of a pat on the back all because his pant was a bit too tight for some folks.

Sean Kingston posted a photo of himself and two of Vybz Kartel’s friends, Sikka Rymes and Theo Prince, standing outside the prison on the day he visited the deejay. “2nd day back in Just went to pay the Wurlboss @vybzkartel another visit di teacher is in good faith with a lot of great plans for #2018 Big up di link @sikka_rymes for the invitation,” the reggae-pop singer wrote.

Some of Vybz Kartel fans went in about his outfit among other things that I think went a bit too far. “Free up the World Boss and tell Sean Kingston fi free up him pants,” one fan wrote, while another added, “His bottom half fava when miss kitty stand up and pose.”

One fan even suggested that Vybz Kartel should refuse to meet with him dressing like he was. “Why would the boss meet with this man dressing like that is not a good look,” the fan said.

Related Posts

Young M.A. “I Lost 20 Pounds In Two Months” Preps New Music

Young M.A. has stepped forward to address her massive weight loss.

Reports have been circulating in recent weeks that the “OOOUUU” rapper has lost a ton of weight. Now she is confirming the speculations via her Instagram account and announcing some new music. Young M.A. didn’t wait until the new year to start her weight loss journey, but she did wait for the year to start to prep her new music. She revealed that she went on a strict diet regiment and regular exercise to drop 20 pounds in two months.

She cut meat from her diet including chicken, beef, pork, lamb, and turkey. Young M.A. also significantly slash her alcohol intake to only drinking occasionally in a social setting. Her discipline paid off big time. Here is what she wrote:

“To all my supporters that keep saying I lost weight.. yes it was on purpose lol I’ve stop eating meat (beef, pork, chicken, turkey, lamb…) I cut my liquor intake into “occasionally only” lol.. I’ve been in the gym consistently… and I’ve been watching my calorie intake.. it was discipline for me of course. In 2 months I’ve dropped 20 pounds.. Always wanted to change my diet but wasn’t mentally ready for it at first.. Honestly since I’ve changed my diet I’ve been less exhausted.. I wake up with full energy.. and also mentally I feel good… I just want to say to all my supporters if you are not happy with anything in your life you have the power to change it! Only you! I love you all! God bless! More music on the way btw! Let’s get it! #2018 #YoungMA #Lyfe.”

Young M.A. accomplished what even some of the most hardcore fitness fanatic finds difficult, dropping twenty pounds in a mere two months. The result is she feeling better physically and mentally. DJ Khaled is also looking to drop some weight after he became the newest face of Weight Watcher’s.

To all my supporters that keep saying I lost weight.. yes it was on purpose lol I’ve stop eating meat (beef, pork, chicken, turkey, lamb…) I cut my liquor intake into “occasionally only” lol.. I’ve been in the gym consistently… and I’ve been watching my calorie intake.. it was discipline for me of course. In 2 months I’ve dropped 20 pounds.. Always wanted to change my diet but wasn’t mentally ready for it at first.. Honestly since I’ve changed my diet I’ve been less exhausted.. I wake up with full energy.. and also mentally I feel good… I just want to say to all my supporters if you are not happy with anything in your life you have the power to change it! Only you! I love you all! God bless! More music on the way btw! Let’s get it! ??? #2018 #YoungMA #?Lyfe

A post shared by Young M.A Official (@youngma) on Jan 2, 2018 at 1:35pm PST

Related Posts

Justin Timberlake Announces “Man of The Woods” Album Release Date

Justin Timberlake revealed the release date for his new album Man of the Woods.

The singer stunned fans earlier this week when he abruptly announced that he is dropping a new album on February 2nd. It’s been close to five years since the release of Timberlake’s last album, “The 20/20 Experience“, which was released in 2013. In March of last year, Timberlake tweeted “It’s on it’s way” and followed up in November to say the new album would be different.

Timberlake credits the new album to his family, “the album is inspired by my wife, son, family and more so than any other album that I have ever written, where I’m from and it is personal.” The pop icon who was born and raised in Tennessee has fans wondering if he has put a country twist to his new music.

On the way… https://t.co/FO8FYf2nS8

— Justin Timberlake (@jtimberlake) March 9, 2017

Justin Timberlake came on the music scene in 1995 as a member of the successful pop group NSYNC. He went solo in 2002 with his debut album “Justified” which landed him a Grammy Award. He sold more than seven million copies of that album worldwide. The singer continues his journey with his second album “FutureSex/LoveSounds” in 2006.

Timberlake is not only known for his melodious voice but has also proved himself to be a talented actor. He landed rolls in films such as: Alpha Dogs (2006), The Social Network (2010) and In time (2011).

For his new album, Timberlake is working with the likes of Timbaland, The Neptunes, Alicia Keys and Chris Stapleton.

FRIDAY… https://t.co/oydnUMzBE8 pic.twitter.com/sGmZ5Jvacb

— Justin Timberlake (@jtimberlake) January 2, 2018

Related Posts

Chief Keef Had 8 Different Drugs In His System In DUI Arrest

Chief Keef might want to make a New Year’s Resolution to stay off drugs.

The Chi-Town rapper had at least 8 different drugs in his system during his DUI arrest last year, TMZ reported. Keef was arrested in Miami in April last year after cops say they spotted him conducting a marijuana transaction in the middle of the street. Turns out that weed wasn’t the only drug he was taking while partying in Miami Beach that weekend.

Chief Keef was required to submit a urine sample for testing and he complied. The test came back showing a massive amount of drugs in his system including codeine, morphine, THC, norcodeine, promethazine, hydromorphone, and dihydrocodeine. The Florida state attorney dropped the driving under the influence charge against the rapper on Tuesday but file it back the next day since it was only done due to a scheduling issue.

During his arrest, Keef told cops that he will have his attorney send them his marijuana card, that’s after he submitted his urine sample. Now where does that leave the other drugs inside his system. Last year, rapper Lil Peep died from a drug overdose on fake codeine, a substance he has been hooked on for sometime.

Related Posts

Rihanna Cousin’s Murder Suspect Arrested and Charged

Cops have made a breakthrough in their investigation of the shooting of Rihanna‘s cousin, Tavon Kaiseen Alleyne.

Tavon was shot and killed the day after Christmas sending shock-waves throughout the Caribbean island and on social media where Rihanna condemns the killing and spoke out against gun violence. Days after the killing, cops arrested Shawayne Dashawn Williams, 23 years of White Hall #1, St. Michael and now charges have been formally filed against the 23-year-old, who is now facing life in prison for the gruesome murder if found guilty.

Williams appeared in the District ‘A’ Magistrates’ Court on Wednesday to answer to the charges where Magistrate Douglas Frederick read out the details of the charges without asking for a plea. His next court date is set for January 31st of this year where he is expected to enter his plea.

Alleyne was shot and killed at approximately 7 PM on December 26, 2017, while walking through a track near his home in Eden Lodge, St Michael. According to the police report, he was shot multiple times by a lone gunman who quickly flees the scene. Tavon was rushed to the Queen Elizabeth Hospital in Barbados where he was pronounced dead.

“RIP cousin… can’t believe it was just last night that I held you in my arms! never thought that would be the last time I felt the warmth in your body!!! Love you always man! #endgunviolence,” Rihanna wrote on Instagram while posting a photo of herself and her cousin before his death.

Related Posts

Linkin Park – Enth E Nd

[Intro: Motion Man (talking)]
Hey, yo, when this first started off it was just Linkin Park
And then in the middle came Motion Man
And at the end of it all, it was Kutmasta Kurt with a remix

[Verse 1: Mike Shinoda]
One thing, I don’t know why
It doesn’t even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind
I designed this rhyme when I was obsessed with time
All I know, time was just slipping away
And I watched it count down to the end of the day
Watched it watch me and the words that I say
The echo of the clock rhythm in my veins
I know that I didn’t look out below
When I watched the time go right out the window
Trying to grab hold, trying not to watch
I wasted it all on the hands of the clock
But in the end, no matter what I pretend
The journey is more important than the end or the start
And what it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time
When I tried so hard

[Chorus: Chester Bennington]
I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn’t even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn’t even matter

[Verse 2: Motion Man]
Ay, yo, one thing, I don’t know why
It doesn’t even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind, I designed this rhyme to explain in due time
All I know, hah, I so-socialize
Like the host of the party
I spoke, shake, and made eye contact
Partied and toast strong, all night
Northeast, Southwest coast
I’m staring out the window
No opportunity to men though
I tried to sew it up, you weaken your system into disorder
I brought you back into things
Like the imaginary man of your dreams
You’d always seem to make it worth it
I pig-skin, I never nerf it
You felt leather, never pleather, real bringing the pleasure
By any means, it means I’m leaving your team
Hell of a team man it seems but I tried so hard

[Chorus: Chester Bennington]
I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn’t even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn’t even matter

[Bridge: Kutmasta Kurt (scratching)]
Linkin Park
Remix
Mo-Mo-Motion Man
Linkin Park
In the end
Kutmasta Kurt
Linkin Park
Remix
Mo-Mo-Motion Man
Linkin Park
In the end
Kutmasta Kurt
Remix

[Verse 3: Mike Shinoda]
One thing, I don’t know how
It doesn’t even matter when you look at it now
‘Cause when I designed this rhyme
I was scared of it all, scared to fall, and hadn’t even tried to crawl
But I was forced to run, with you mocking me
Stopping me, backstabbing me constantly
Remembering all the times you fought with me
Watch the clock now chock full of hypocrisy
But now your mouth wishes it could inhale
Every single little thing you said to make things fail
Every single word you sputtered just to get your piece
But it really doesn’t matter to me
‘Cause from the start to the end, no matter what I pretend
The journey is more important than the end or the start
And what it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time when I tried so hard

[Chorus: Chester Bennington]
I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn’t even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn’t even matter

[Outro: Kutmasta Kurt (scratching until fade)]
In the end

Maxo Kream – Bussdown

[Intro]
Maxo, Bussdown
Maxo, Bussdown
Set it up
Break it down
Wrap it up
Wear it up
Bust it down
Open up
Vacuum seal

[Chorus]
Trappin’ in the vaco it’s a bussdown (that what we do)
Got it in her whole name, she’s a bussdown (she a)
We don’t even serve here, we just bust down (uh uh)
Got my shooters on the roof, gon’ make them bussdown
Trap out the bag, that’s a bussdown
Run through the grass like a touchdown
Plain Jane with it, no bussdown
Try and take my chain, I’ma bussdown
Bussdown (set it up)
Bussdown (break it down)
Bussdown (wrap it up)
Bussdown (wear it up)
Thirty rounds (bust it down)
Fifty rounds (open up)
Hundred rounds (vacuum seal)
Gun ’em down

[Verse 1]
Stay ten toes I’m down (ten toes)
Jenny Craig with them pounds (get ’em off)
Diamonds dance like Chris Brown (Chris Breezy)
Look at my water, don’t drown (Fiji)
Neck wet like baptized (church)
MJ with the 4-5 (fadeaway)
Trap house strapped, no bugee (say what?)
Wrappin’ up a pack like a mummy (uh huh)
Two for the [?], serve junkies (trap)
Serve purp’ fake to a dummy (rookie)
Got a lot of young crash dummies (uh huh)
[?] rap with your tummy
Trap out the vaco apartment
I move the dope in abundance (bussdown)
Bussdown the quarters and onions
I split the pot like circumference

[Chorus]
Trappin’ in the vaco it’s a bussdown (that what we do)
Got it in her whole name, she’s a bussdown (she a)
We don’t even serve here, we just bussdown (uh uh)
Got my shooters on the roof, gon’ make them bussdown
Trap out the bag, that’s a bussdown
Run through the grass like a touchdown
Plain Jane with it, no bussdown
Try and take my chain, I’ma bussdown
Bussdown (set it up)
Bussdown (break it down)
Bussdown (wrap it up)
Bussdown (wear it up)
Thirty rounds (bust it down)
Fifty rounds (open up)
Hundred rounds (vacuum seal)
Gun ’em down

[Verse 2]
[?]
Trust my decoratin’ (what else?)
Joysticks like PlayStation
Sellin’ gas like station (unleaded)
Can’t keep my clients waitin’ (woah)
My patients impatient (wo-woah)
Karo marinated (remix)
Pounds in the basement ([?])
Chickens in the den
Pigeons in the kitchen
Quarter birds in hand
Clip holds three times ten
Hurricane chopper [?]
Guns got [?] like shanaynay
Servin’ them clucks, no rooster (ay)
Throwin’ them ‘bows like Luda’ (woah)
Chop Backwoods like timber (ay)
I mow the grass like a gardener (uh huh)
I pass the gas like I farted (excuse me)
Handicap Crippin’ retarded (retarded)
My shooter he dumb, he retarded (Cuh-rip)
Cold with the tommy like Martin (uh huh)
Break it down
Pick it up
Set it up
Bring it back

[Chorus]
Trappin’ in the vaco it’s a bussdown (that what we do)
Got it in her whole name, she’s a bussdown (she a)
We don’t even serve here, we just bust down (uh uh)
Got my shooters on the roof, gon’ make them bussdown
Trap out the bag, that’s a bussdown
Run through the grass like a touchdown
Plain Jane with it, no bussdown
Try and take my chain, I’ma bussdown
Bussdown (set it up)
Bussdown (break it down)
Bussdown (wrap it up)
Bussdown (wear it up)
Thirty rounds (bust it down)
Fifty rounds (open up)
Hundred rounds (vacuum seal)
Gun ’em down

Ronny J – Trixxx (feat. Lil Pump)

[Intro]
Oh my god, Ronny
Ayy

[Chorus]
I’m on a whole ‘nother level
I’m on a whole ‘nother level (yeah, yeah)
I’m on a whole ‘nother level
I’m on a whole ‘nother level (ooh)
They try to copy my speed
They try to copy the spot
Drippin’, drippin’ like a faucet (grrrrr)
Drop, Gucci on my wrist
Yeah, bad bitch on my wrist
Drop, skinny dippin’ with your bitch
Damn i’m chokin’ on my trix

[Verse 1: Ronny J]
That’s why I buy what I want
That’s why I stay where I want
Now I count racks for the fuck of it
N*ggas hatin’, that’s a bummer
I’ma skirt off
I got that bitch [?]
I got yo’ bitch, she a trip
I got yo’ bitch, she gon’ go (uh, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Bust her for sure
Uh, uh, uh
My life too lit, lit, I need a TV show (yah, yah)
Bitches they come and go like the money
But the money come first
Bitches they come and go like the money
But the money come first

[Chorus]
I’m on a whole ‘nother level
I’m on a whole ‘nother level (yeah, yeah)
I’m on a whole ‘nother level
I’m on a whole ‘nother level (ooh)
They try to copy my speed
They try to copy the spot
Drippin’, drippin’ like a faucet (grrrrr)
Drop, Gucci on my wrist
Yeah, bad bitch on my wrist
Drop, skinny dippin’ with your bitch
Damn i’m chokin’ on my trix

[Verse 2: Lil Pump]
Ooh, Lil Pump
I might go fuck up your re-up, ooh
Smokin’ that loud, Wiz Khalifa, damn
Pull up, I shoot that two-seater, ooh
I might go fuck up your beamer, huh
And I’m still tryna fuck Trina
I’m whippin’ a brick like I’m hurricane Katrina
I splash on that bitch like my name Aquafina, huh
Ooh, damn, huh, Lil Pump
I might pull up in a foreign
I ain’t fuck that bitch ’cause that bitch head is borin’
Shoot you in the three like my name Michael Jordan
Bitch, don’t call my phone ’cause a nigga recordin’
My wrist lookin’ crazy, it look like Ebola
My bitch hella thick ’cause she from North Dakota
I just bought a Audi, I just bought a Rover
Lil Pump

[Chorus]
I’m on a whole ‘nother level
I’m on a whole ‘nother level (yeah, yeah)
I’m on a whole ‘nother level
I’m on a whole ‘nother level (ooh)
They try to copy my speed
They try to copy the spot
Drippin’, drippin’ like a faucet (grrrrr)
Drop, Gucci on my wrist
Yeah, bad bitch on my wrist
Drop, skinny dippin’ with your bitch
Damn i’m chokin’ on my trix

Skillz – Murda Gram (Uncle Murda Diss)

[Intro]
Motherfuckers want to kill me but ain’t got the heart
So I picked the mic back up for this walk in the park
And I don’t want credit for this, this ain’t nothin’
I just answerin’ a nigga that kept pressin’ my buttons
Uncle Murda, what’s all the games about?
Nigga, keep my fucking name out your brown-ass mouth
Clark Kent, your man about to hold this L
So roll some weed I got a story to tell, listen

[Verse]
Couple years ago I’m up in AC
I get a call from Clark Kent and he don’t ever call me
Talkin’ ‘bout he heard your version of my song
He told you, you was bitin’ and you knew that you was wrong
But not for nothing you was tryin to make it better
And trying to reach out to see if we can do it together
I’m like, “Clark, nigga you must be faded
Why the fuck would I collab on some shit that I created? Y’all jaded
If you don’t get the fuck off my phone
And tell that old faced-ass nigga to leave me alone
Get gone. Clark, you know I ain’t that dude
And yeah I fell back on rap but don’t get it confused.”
Shit lit my fuse, you wouldn’t call Hov
And tell him 21 Savage want to do "22 Two’s"
Nigga, would you? The fuck wrong with y’all?
Bitin’ niggas, I could never get along with y’all
A song? Naw, straight curvin’ niggas
I wouldn’t even take a picture with Uncle Murda, nigga
And then you started makin’ ‘em takin’ your little shots
But I ain’t never hear ‘em, they only play ‘em up top
You not worthy, you’re just dirty and thirsty
You make them every year, they never get past Jersey
Nigga stop it, you got Brooklyn lookin’ crazy
Matter-fact, you got Brooklyn lookin’ lazy
I got cases in Virginia, bodies in D.C
You got to think B.I.G. if you wanna come for me
And I’m still VA, and I’m still that nigga
Still M-A-D, where your skills at nigga?
I heard you got popped and you ain’t peel that nigga
Whoever told you to change your name, you should kill that nigga
Lenny Grant, I can’t leave that alone
That shit read like it on the side of a funeral home
Ladies and gents, this nigga gettin’ washed and rinsed
Now if you a junior then that name makes sense
Respect to your dad, that’s the least I can do
Actually, umm, naw, fuck him too
Now how a Stan going to come for the man?
Don’t hide your hand, you wanted to be a wrap-up fan
I ain’t Tweetin’, I ain’t leavin’ the ‘Gram
I’m Pusha Ting, remindin’ these niggas who the fuck I am, damn
Reminding you on who the fuck you are
You a comedian, we don’t come to you for bars
We straight, on top of that you fake
Nigga, you signed to G-Unit ten years too late
And what I’m ‘bout to say might piss New York off
But you one of the reasons that New York soft
A worker who could never be a New York boss
Smack that dirty fitted off your head, New York lost
Nigga, dead-ass son, I’m not the one
I heard back in your past you used to bust your gun
I give a fuck, nigga, I don’t care, have a seat, here’s a chair
No love over here, yeah, this the future
Now who the fuck get shot and make a tape called respect the shooter, huh
You a adlibber but that’s all you do
I can name 20 Brooklyn rappers more relevant than you
So stop fuckin’ with us, I go with Kane, B.I.G. and Jay, but that’s obvious
Buckshot, Tek and Steele, Rock and Ruck
Mos Def, Kweli, Masta Ace, Fabolous
Foxy, umm, Lil Kim and Cease
Skyzoo, Torae, oh Joell Ortiz
I’m with Joey BADA$$, ask AZ
M.O.P. would have told you you shouldn’t fuck with me
You sendin’ DMs like a thirty chick
And got mad when I asked your dirty-ass, “Who this?”
And you can guntalk all day, that’s yours
But you ain’t seein’ me with these goddamn bars
You’ll never say you took me
Before that happens, Young M.A. will give you some pussy
Nigga, you kept pushin’ so I had to play
But this type of shit happens everyday
And when you see me, you know what I’ma say
I was spreadin’ love, it’s the Virginia way, nigga

MoneyBagg Yo – Ocean Spray

[Verse 1]
The coup came with a masseuse (Why you say that?)
That mean a masseuse massage me (yeah)
The bitch on IG with you (where she at now?)
With me now [?]
In the club i’m scraping the booth (VIP)
My glock on defense, it guard me
Pass the sprite imma pour me a deuce (activate)
25 for a pint, what they charge me
Speaking in the streets man I’m deep in (deep in)
I told my bitch she can’t be friends
That pussy a house go to sleep in
Dripping that sauce like i’m leaking
When she want it she demand it
She a lil savage like Randy (Randy)
You might get shot if I panic
I do my trick then I vanish (gone)
All of that 12 talking, it don’t move me
I’m over my head, my dawg, my Scooby
She text me here big head like i’m Stewie
I told her go fuck me good for some Louis
He got in that water Titanic (What happened?)
Left his ass slumped like [?]
I come and Debo some shit like i’m shook
You say you riding, that’s understood
I left some real niggas in the hood
I bring a mob with me if I could
How did this ever come to child support
What makes you think I don’t fuck with my lil boy
I can’t believe it like Ripleys
I’m getting molested by triplets
If you ain’t straight, keep your distance
Can’t stand the rain like Missy (Elliot)

[Hook]
I’m juiced up (juiced up what’s that?)
Ocean Spray (Ocean Spray)
I poured up
Might drink some more today
I’m hiding now, might float away if I was outside now
We live now
Sitting courtside with my sideline now (side bitch winning)
Them hitters might pull up and wet you up
Pluggg (what’s that?)
Ocean Spray
Don’t give a fuck where you catch em at
He got to go today (he got to go today)
Let’s ride now
Let’s load shit up and let’s slide now
Can’t hide now
About to pull up bussing that five now

[Verse 2]
I’m the one who keep the skreet button
Cheat code I got the easy button
These niggas left when they thought I was struggling
These bitches love me cuz they know I’m thugging (for sure)
She said she cry every night by my [?]
Tell her thank you I don’t appreciate it
I just want to burn your head, yeah and cremate you baby
I don’t want your relay
[?] told me they was plotting on me
Want to see me fall like the new year ball
Got to move like the president
And then second thought, I won’t move at all (What you doing?)
I’m smoking backwoods
Counting off backends so far I counted off 120
You talking all this shit, you ain’t about nun of this
I want all smoke 420
Ain’t no more [?] on my wave
I got the juice Ocean Spray
I put the dick in her face
I cannot save her like Mase
The bag getting bigger and bigger
No more time for these bitch ass niggas
Broke ass rappers and fake ass killers
No more sleeping on me, give me that pillow

[Hook]
I’m juiced up (juiced up what’s that?)
Ocean Spray (Ocean Spray)
I poured up
Might drink some more today
I’m hiding now, might float away if I was outside now
We live now
Sitting courtside with my sideline now (side bitch winning)
Them hitters might pull up and wet you up
Pluggg (what’s that?)
Ocean Spray
Don’t give a fuck where you catch em at
He got to go today (he got to go today)
Let’s ride now
Let’s load shit up and let’s slide now
Can’t hide now
About to pull up bussing that five now

Squidnice – Hop Out

Hahaha Ye
Pull Up Hop Out
Pull Up Hop Out
Pull up (Skrr)
Pull Up Hop Out
Pull Up Pull Up
Hop Out

Wait, Pull Up Hop Out
Nigga Said Fuck School, Then I Went and Dropped Out
Ay Wait, Pull Up Hop Out, Yea I Got Good Weed
Make a Nigga Knockout
Pull up Hop Out
Pull Up Hop Out
Ay, Pull Up Pull Up
Hop Out
Nigga Said Fuck School, Then I Went and Dropped Out
Nigga, Ay Pull Up Hop Out Ay

They Know What Im Doing (What Are You Doing)
Doin What Im Doin (What)
Pull Up Hop Out Wait
They Know What Im Doing
Pull Up Hop Out
Pull Up Hop Out
Yea Yea

Bitch I Wasn’t Trapping Cause Its Cool
Lil Nigga I Was Trapping Cause I Had To
(Trapping Trapping)
Changed Schools Trapping Out The Bathroom
I Was in School I Was Trapping Out The Classroom Uh
Imma BK No Fast Food
I was in BK Selling All The Fast Food
(Trapping)
Uh Yea, Nigga Try To Diss Me?
Then The Audience will Come and Clap You

I Got It On Him
He Got It On Him
He Ain’t Finna Show It
And My Teeth is Closing
And I cannot Floss it
My Nigga Im Flossing
I Kick Your Bitch Out And I Think Im Chuck Norris
Look At My Pockets They look Like A Forrest
Nigga I Get In And Outta Town Uh
Ballin it in out of bounds Uh
Gotta Town I Go In Ay
I Go Way Above The Rim Uh
I Like To Drink On The Hennessy
Boy Thats Bombay I Be Drinking The Gin
And I Gotta Hit

Wait, Pull Up Hop Out
Nigga Said Fuck School, Then I Went and Dropped Out
Ay Wait, Pull Up Hop Out, Yea I Got Good Weed
Make a Nigga Knockout
Pull up Hop Out
Pull Up Hop Out
Ay, Pull Up Pull Up
Hop Out
Nigga Said Fuck School, Then I Went and Dropped Out
Nigga, Ay Pull Up Hop Out Wait

They Know What Im Doing (What Are You Doing)
Doin What Im Doin (What)
Pull Up Hop Out Wait
They Know What Im Doing
Pull Up Hop Out
Pull Up Hop Out
Yea

She Know Every Single Word To My Song
God Damn I Ain’t Even Drop That Shit
(God Damn)
Niggas Talking Drop Top Whips
IDGAF I Ain’t Even Got That Shit
??? Shot that Shit Ay
Guns They Shot that Shit Ay
I was Fucking RNB Seems like God Damn
You See How I Pop That Bitch

Everything Changes
Nigga My Life Is Amazing
Yea I Got Money Its Raining
Im Only Counting Them Franklins
Nigga Im Banking Im Banking
I Call Chase Up And We Chase It
This Is My Life You Can’t Face It
I Used To Trap Out The Basement
(Im Trapping)

Wait, Pull Up Hop Out
Nigga Said Fuck School, Then I Went and Dropped Out
Ay Wait, Pull Up Hop Out, Yea I Got Good Weed
Make a Nigga Knockout
Pull up Hop Out
Pull Up Hop Out
Ay, Pull Up Pull Up
Hop Out
Nigga Said Fuck School, Then I Went and Dropped Out
Nigga, Ay Pull Up Hop Out Wait

They Know What Im Doing (What Are You Doing)
Doin What Im Doin (What)
Pull Up Hop Out Wait
They Know What Im Doing
Pull Up Hop Out
Pull Up Hop Out
Yea

Seqo Billy – Billy Dat

Yo, Trey Way
Replay that boy

[Chorus: Seqo Billy]
Tell em pop out where it’s litty at
Really homie? Billy dat
We’re on our own trip, Bengis at
Gansta party, that’s a Fendi fact
Weed rolled, where the Henny at
Billy up, Billy dat
Red Stuy is where we really at

[Verse 1: Seqo Billy]
Billy up nigga, gimmie dat
Walk up in the spot like gimmie dat
Shit match, penny pack
All in designer, don’t skip a rack
Fit the scrap
Red chucks low cut, laces on the floor, I’m really 9 Tre
B hop all over nigga face if disrespect a case
Always red flag when I Billy Bop
Paint the town red, make the bitty hot
To City Grove
Triple my
Chuck it up, Soo Woo
Sound like a moose
Pockets triple fat, like a goose bubble
Goons touch you
And my apes gettin’ filthy
Shoutout to blaze
Roll around me no achilles
We don’t ever need no safety
Keep on shootin’ till his face bleeds
Nigga I put that on Stacey
All of my niggas I be with is Milly, they hold their own weight
We don’t bend, we don’t fold, we don’t break
I came to Cali to get Big Boy
I ain’t smoking no shake
Left shorty in Air BnB with all in her face

[Hook: Seqo Billy]
Tell em pop out where it’s litty at
Really homie? Billy dat
We’re on our own trip, Bengis at
Gansta party, that’s a Fendi fact
Weed rolled, where the Henny at
Billy up, Billy dat
Red Stuy is where we really at
Billy up, Billy dat
Tell em pop out where it’s litty at
Really homie? Billy dat
We’re on our own trip, Bengis at
Gansta party, that’s a Fendi fact
Weed rolled, where the Henny at
Billy up, Billy dat
Red Stuy is where we really at
Billy up nigga, Billy dat

Daz Dillinger – Hard Life (feat. The Twinz)

[JT the Bigga Figga]
Man I devour emcees, spittin verses over trees
Have a motherfucker lookin for me overseas
Turnin G’s to millions, the millions into billions
Cuz I’m tryna make this shit happen for my children
The twins, got me on the hustle after ends
All in the wind and keep far from the pen
Here we go again (go again) the Hen’ got a nigga tilted
Bent like L-Bone so the competition quilted
I spilt it, worldwide to all the newses
Fuckin with this, ya loose it – get a verbal bruisin
You know pursuin the paper, treat my destiny
So if ya next to me ya better be about it
To put yourself in jepordy cuz shit done got crowded
I can’t allow it, mob shit bitch can’t live without it
Somehow found it unbelievable to be unbeatable
In my eyes, facin competition we unseeable
I’m finna see a bid so please
Man we can see the final finishes
My team; a lot like acid, leavin shit sizzlin
Rockin straight jean suits and Timberlands
With a hollow for you, penalty for disrespectin
Even then get a testin, my westcoast connection
We rippin fleshes, tearin intestines out of chestes
Bitch! (bitch!) bitch.. (bitch) ya know

[Hook] – 2X
We live the life of thugs; slangin drugs and duckin slugs
On the block collectin knots – it ain’t no love
We tryna flip somethin; like a drop Benz, sittin on dubs
Ridin low, flippin on bitches, blowin on bud

[The Commisiona]
Yeah
I just got off the private plane, doin a show with the Big and Tel
Tired as hell, we happy to be back in Pimp City
Thinkin about the night before at the show
We had the whole party Get Low on the flo’
Happy to ball, ghetto stars, the other side of the globe
Gettin jiggy, makin the crowd astonished the way we minglin
Got it locked now, keepin it locked down
Niggas lookin at us like we some suckas from outta town
I didn’t trip though, till I seen one of them niggas
Slip this other nigga a pistol
I called my kin, told them to bring the bulletproof camel
With the black revolver – they lookin at us like we shystie
Outta towners glass ballers, and I guess some of these niggas flawless
He said, "No problem, I’ll be there in less than five whole minutes"
Time is timid, so bring the bulletproof vest too
After I got off the stage, niggas were scarin hoes with a penis
Nigga believe this, I ain’t lyin, man that’s it we film it

[Hook] – 2X
We live the life of thugs; slangin drugs and duckin slugs
On the block collectin knots – it ain’t no love
We tryna flip somethin; like a drop Benz, sittin on dubs
Ridin low, flippin on bitches, blowin on bud

[Guce]
Slidin in my two-thousand Caddy
Sweepin up the change from the block
When the Glock shot, it’s all day everyday – we bang
E-B-K, get yo’ wig pushed from the cake
We ride southside, westcoast on mind
Kiss the motherfuckin fo’ five
Hit him up Mobbalotti, runnin from the one time
Get Paid Mafia, shinin like diamonds
The Cardier make a hoe stare
Dick bustin through yo’ pussy hair
Ghetto celebrity, thuggin till the death of me
Drinkin bullies with the gang, westcoast connect mayne
Blow a tree to maintain, do assault for petty change
Money over bitches, ridin on dubs, these bitches
From Highgrove to hittin switches
Get Paid, all about the cheddar, square-ass nigga
Hatin on a playa – the mob gon’ getcha
Split ya, rippin yo’ pockets on the regular
I’m that nigga that you scared of!

[Hook] – 2X
We live the life of thugs; slangin drugs and duckin slugs
On the block collectin knots – it ain’t no love
We tryna flip somethin; like a drop Benz, sittin on dubs
Ridin low, flippin on bitches, blowin on bud