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The game – Russ lyrics

Lyrics Russ – The game

Yeah
Now you can hear the gold just jangling
But, its still about the take over.(the game)

It’s like everything changed
But I still feel the same
I’m just tryna run the motherf*cking game
I’m on that
Yeah I’ll always be on that
It’s like everything changed
But I still feel the same
I’m just tryna run the motherf*cking game
I’m on that
Yeah I’ll always be on that, yeah.

Where do I start damn, man my mind is racing
Hip hop awards getting chosen by some racists
I’m in the yo, with a bottle of some clear s**t
You don’t know the truth, you just hear s**t
Homie’s on a Learjet, upgrade from the block
If you too big, f*ck fades they gon’ use the Glock (use the Glock)
I do a lot for everyone around me, y’all don’t see it
I’m in the club for half an hour then I’m probably leaving
I got paid, dip off with the gang
Got Bugus in the Bentley, got Herb in the Wraith
Got Tim in the Ghost, got a gun on his waist
Life or death, ain’t no time to start reaching for the safe
So I play it safe versuri-lyrics.info
Real ones that would really go hit for me
Low overhead, no-one ever wrote a hit for me
I be making history, bigger when I’m dead
I’m so on
But it’s off with they head
f*ck MTV, y’all really snubbed me
How you choosing people with numbers that ain’t above me?
Oh wait, politics
Playing at these colleges, getting paid more to perform than any scholarship
I’m lit, I’m gassed, I’m me, I’m me
Two platinum singles, two years they were free
As I’m writing this, I know that this ain’t accurate no more
By the time that all y’all hear this I will most likely have more
I really did eight tours, headlined them all
Your contacts were bullshit, we redlined them all
I spent time in awe, on some amazed s**t
Then an O.G. told me to embrace this
I will never waste this, never get complacent
Lotta these rappers got rich and got jaded
I’m still on the same s**t, take over the game s**t
I just can’t relate to your wavelength.

It’s like everything changed
But I still feel the same
I’m just tryna run the motherf*cking game
I’m on that
Yeah I’ll always be on that
It’s like everything changed
But I still feel the same
I’m just tryna run the motherf*cking game
I’m on that
Yeah I’ll always be on that, yeah.

I get everything for free, from your girl to my wardrobe
Half a million dollars smiling on my torso
I buy property, you just got foreclosed
Money running low, you gon’ have to do more shows
But you know no one shows for your shows
So you do club hostings but you drink what you gross
Then you go back home, fall asleep frustrated
Girl laying next to you, whispering “Russ made it”
You asleep, you don’t hear her so she sneaks out
And she pulls up on me and brings the freak out
I send her back before your eyes open
I’m her fix ’cause your life’s broken
She might try chokin’
On something you don’t wanna kiss after
Lifestyle of a young handsome rich rapper
It’s all laughter, it’s all big bucks though
Call the buzz “Vegas” ’cause it stays on a bus though
Girls gone wild, rich like Rothschild
I’ma make you sign an NDA, now you’re on file
I’m the President, the CEO
People that I’ve never seen, tryna see me go (uh)
Billionaire minds in my circle that’s a fact
Faded off Clooney liquor we don’t know, how to act
If it’s based off of fans, y’all should really do the math
If it’s based off of sales, y’all should really count the plaques
If it’s based off of p***y, y’all should really count the a*s
If it’s based off of money, y’all should really count the cash (uh)
Move around with duffle bags like Floyd does
Sometimes nothing makes more noise than poise does
Coin us the best movement of all time
Dreams too big to think small time
I’m just on the same s**t, take over the game s**t
I just can’t relate to any B-level wave length.

It’s like everything changed
But I still feel the same
I’m just tryna run the motherf*cking game
I’m on that
Yeah I’ll always be on that
It’s like everything changed
But I still feel the same
I’m just tryna run the motherf*cking game
I’m on that
Yeah I’ll always be on that, yeahhh.
Russ lyrics
Video game

MACKLEMORE – How To Play The Flute lyrics

Don’t nobody give a damn what all that [?] talking ’bout, man. We tryna here some of that, that “Girl, shake your ass, shake your ass, shake your ass,” and you know what I’m saying? I’m tryna get that in my life.
Gemini

[Verse 1: Macklemore]
Diamond, diamond, diamond, that’s my sh*t
Oh, juice (wet), 3-piece, crisp (damn)
Saucey, dripping (dripping), CEO of this (CEO)
Curry, wavy, my undertone’s a bitch
Shoutout to my city, know I really does this
Third time’s a charm, I’m feeling triumphant (I want it)
I put a little gold up on my bicuspids
They can only see my eyes inside of the Cutlass (Who’s he?)
She may be vanilla cream, baby, her butt big
They treat me like McGregor when I’m out in Dublin (They do)
My mama don’t like it when I be cussing (She don’t)
But f*ck these motherf*ckers, mama, I don’t trust them
It’s plush up in the bucket, look, don’t touch it, thought you knew
In the pocket like I’m Russel, man, I hustle, watch me move
In the summer watch me f*ck around, I’m ’bout to drop the roof
She hopped up in the whip and then I taught her how to play the flute, play the flute

[Chorus: King Draino]
They hating on a player
Don’t understand, they need to get they weight up (Okay)
Shazam, I’ma have to David Blaine her (What you doin?)
Emoji hands, I’m praying for them haters (Amen)

[Post-Chorus: Macklemore]
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay

[Verse 3: Macklemore]
Aye, little mama, aqui
Skin tone macchiato, we eating mahi-mahi
On Miami Beach, we have a party la-dee-da-dee
On my B-I-E ’til I D-I-E, I think I’m king (I think I’m king)
You didn’t think that I would get the peacoat
Unbutton that motherf*cker, nothing but a speedo (Look!)
Who’s that peeking in my window, Cee-Lo
I was on that Cujo, that Big Gipp and that [?]
Dolce and Gabbana, cappuccino gelato
In that grotto out in Cabo
Amateur, so Apollo
Whip this bulky like Costco, I’m out here and dodging 5-0
I hit the block with that top low, a dookie rolled with a poncho
But it ain’t about to rain on me
Tryna sing up in the bitch, but I ain’t on key
Now I stay genuine, I’m the same old G
Feeling like John [?] with these eight gold rings
Play the flute

[Chorus: King Draino]
They hating on a player
Don’t understand, they need to get they weight up (Okay)
Shazam, I’ma have to David Blaine her (What you doin?)
Emoji hands, I’m praying for them haters (Amen)

[Post-Chorus: Macklemore]
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay

Macklemore – How To Play The Flute lyrics

Don’t nobody give a damn what all that [?] talking ’bout, man. We tryna here some of that, that “Girl, shake your ass, shake your ass, shake your ass,” and you know what I’m saying? I’m tryna get that in my life.
Gemini

[Verse 1: Macklemore]
Diamond, diamond, diamond, that’s my sh*t
Oh, juice (wet), 3-piece, crisp (damn)
Saucey, dripping (dripping), CEO of this (CEO)
Curry, wavy, my undertone’s a bitch
Shoutout to my city, know I really does this
Third time’s a charm, I’m feeling triumphant (I want it)
I put a little gold up on my bicuspids
They can only see my eyes inside of the Cutlass (Who’s he?)
She may be vanilla cream, baby, her butt big
They treat me like McGregor when I’m out in Dublin (They do)
My mama don’t like it when I be cussing (She don’t)
But f*ck these motherf*ckers, mama, I don’t trust them
It’s plush up in the bucket, look, don’t touch it, thought you knew
In the pocket like I’m Russel, man, I hustle, watch me move
In the summer watch me f*ck around, I’m ’bout to drop the roof
She hopped up in the whip and then I taught her how to play the flute, play the flute

[Chorus: King Draino]
They hating on a player
Don’t understand, they need to get they weight up (Okay)
Shazam, I’ma have to David Blaine her (What you doin?)
Emoji hands, I’m praying for them haters (Amen)

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[Post-Chorus: Macklemore]
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay

[Verse 3: Macklemore]
Aye, little mama, aqui
Skin tone macchiato, we eating mahi-mahi
On Miami Beach, we have a party la-dee-da-dee
On my B-I-E ’til I D-I-E, I think I’m king (I think I’m king)
You didn’t think that I would get the peacoat
Unbutton that motherf*cker, nothing but a speedo (Look!)
Who’s that peeking in my window, Cee-Lo
I was on that Cujo, that Big Gipp and that [?]
Dolce and Gabbana, cappuccino gelato
In that grotto out in Cabo
Amateur, so Apollo
Whip this bulky like Costco, I’m out here and dodging 5-0
I hit the block with that top low, a dookie rolled with a poncho
But it ain’t about to rain on me
Tryna sing up in the bitch, but I ain’t on key
Now I stay genuine, I’m the same old G
Feeling like John [?] with these eight gold rings
Play the flute

[Chorus: King Draino]
They hating on a player
Don’t understand, they need to get they weight up (Okay)
Shazam, I’ma have to David Blaine her (What you doin?)
Emoji hands, I’m praying for them haters (Amen)

[Post-Chorus: Macklemore]
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay

Key Glock – Momma Told Me

[Intro]
Whole lot of everything man
Paper route business
You know what the fuck goin on
Aye

[Hook]
My momma told me fuck these bitches
Boy it’s plenty
My momma always told me
Boy, get off yo ass, go get it
My momma always told me
Watch that boy, he ain’t your nigga
You know I keep a Glock
I’m big shot like [?]
Money, money, money
Baby girl that’s all I know
I love smokin dope
Pourin 4’s and movin slow
Plug just brought a load
So you know that we on go
I’m my Brother’s Keeper
But I still don’t trust a soul

[Verse: 1]
I just want to know
Why they hatin on the low
I’ma pop a xan
Put a tag on his toe
My niggas pull up, straps
Yeah, they blast like G.I. Joe
My niggas cuttin checks
And they still cut throat
These hoes, we ain’t savin
We just slave ‘em then replace ‘em
I’m a sack chaser
Catch me racin to that paper
Boy yo squad don’t ball no more
Y’all just like the Lakers
Finesse that shit quick
Yeah, you know we had to take some
Whole lotta paper
Bring a whole lotta haters
Heard you want some beef
I let my niggas come and cater
Tell ‘em catch up
Before we bust yo lil tomatoe
I love my .9
More than Will love Jada

[Hook]
My momma told me fuck these bitches
Boy it’s plenty
My momma always told me
Boy, get off yo ass, go get it
My momma always told me
Watch that boy, he ain’t your nigga
You know I keep a Glock
I’m big shot like [?]
Money, money, money
Baby girl that’s all I know
I love smokin dope
Pourin 4’s and movin slow
Plug just brought a load
So you know that we on go
I’m my Brother’s Keeper
But I still don’t trust a soul

[Verse: 2]
Money keep stackin
Yeah, money still pilin
CEO said grind
Boy you gone get that Audi
They say time is money
That’s why I’m on that every hour
I’m rollin Swisher Sweets
But this shit I smoke so sour
I got two 30 clips
Bitch, I call them Twin Towers
Bad bitch from the islands
She say I’m fly like a pilot
But that hoe a lie
She want my tip just like she Tiny
These niggas be snitchin
Trynna have me in the county
But nah, I can’t go
Hell nah, I ain’t no hoe
I keep a bankroll
That’s why my pockets always swole
And if you ain’t talkin bout money
Ain’t shit I need to know
And if you ain’t talkin bout money
Ain’t shit I need to know

[Hook]
My momma told me fuck these bitches
Boy it’s plenty
My momma always told me
Boy, get off yo ass, go get it
My momma always told me
Watch that boy, he ain’t your nigga
You know I keep a Glock
I’m big shot like [?]
Money, money, money
Baby girl that’s all I know
I love smokin dope
Pourin 4’s and movin slow
Plug just brought a load
So you know that we on go
I’m my Brother’s Keeper
But I still don’t trust a soul

Kodak Black – Misunderstood (Project Baby 2 Album)

[Intro]
It’s like fuck it, I’m just misunderstood. That’s the story of my life

[Chorus]
I don’t like talkin’ to you niggas, y’all don’t understand me
Poppin’ rhythm when I talk, it’s like I’m speakin’ Spanish
I’m so different from you dudes, I am not organic
Say slow down on all that thuggin’, think about your family
I don’t like talkin’ to you niggas, y’all don’t understand me
Poppin’ rhythm when I talk, it’s like I’m speakin’ Spanish
I’m so different from you dudes, I am not organic
Say slow down on all that thuggin’, think about your family

[Verse 1]
I keep this tool on me like I done turned into a mechanic
I’m a fuckin’ CEO, I don’t need no damn manage
I don’t like no interviews, see y’all don’t speak my language
We can’t hold no conversation, you don’t know what I’m sayin’
She say she wanna know the real me, bitch I am it
Tell the blog "correct that shit," ’cause I ain’t from Miami
I don’t even speak code, when I do, I’m misinterpretated
I don’t even need no surfboard, I’m too fuckin’ wavy
I ain’t take my meds bitch, ’cause I ain’t fuckin’ crazy
Say you thuggin’ a lil’ too hard, life you livin’ dangerous
They don’t see potential, they say I’m a project baby
Just ’cause my dad so goddamn selfish, he ain’t wanna raise me

[Chorus]
I don’t like talkin’ to you niggas, y’all don’t understand me
Poppin’ rhythm when I talk, it’s like I’m speakin’ Spanish
I’m so different from you dudes, I am not organic
Say slow down on all that thuggin’, think about your family
I don’t like talkin’ to you niggas, y’all don’t understand me
Poppin’ rhythm when I talk, it’s like I’m speakin’ Spanish
I’m so different from you dudes, I am not organic
Say slow down on all that thuggin’, think about your family

[Verse 2]
I’m on 18, I’m slangin’ like I’m Peyton Manning
My bitch just told me to be more gentle ’cause I’m too demanding
They say that all my demons seeming but I’m not satanic
And I keep her back wet but shawty ain’t Hispanic
I see you in [?] vision through my Prada lenses
No point in goin’ to school if I’ma keep on jumpin’ fences
The block too hot and that’s the only reason I’m on campus
It’s a pandemonium ridin’ panoramic
Once they let me out of jail I went back to the dentist
I snapped my golds out and flood my gums with VVS’s
Yeah, you listenin’ what I’m sayin’ but you don’t get the message
Did so much dirt I wonder how I still be gettin’ any blessings

[Chorus]
I don’t like talkin’ to you niggas, y’all don’t understand me
Poppin’ rhythm when I talk, it’s like I’m speakin’ Spanish
I’m so different from you dudes, I am not organic
Say slow down on all that thuggin’, think about your family
I don’t like talkin’ to you niggas, y’all don’t understand me
Poppin’ rhythm when I talk, it’s like I’m speakin’ Spanish
I’m so different from you dudes, I am not organic
Say slow down on all that thuggin’, think about your family

Russ – The Game

[Intro]
Yeah
Now you can hear the gold just jangling
But, its still about the take over

[Chorus]
It’s like everything changed
But I still feel the same
I’m just tryna run the motherfucking game
I’m on that
Yeah I’ll always be on that
It’s like everything changed
But I still feel the same
I’m just tryna run the motherfucking game
I’m on that
Yeah I’ll always be on that, yeah

[Verse 1]
Where do I start damn, man my mind is racing
Hip hop awards getting chosen by some racists
I’m in the yo, with a bottle of some clear shit
You don’t know the truth, you just hear shit
Homie’s on a Learjet, upgrade from the block
If you too big, fuck fades they gon’ use the Glock (use the Glock)
I do a lot for everyone around me, y’all don’t see it
I’m in the club for half an hour then I’m probably leaving
I got paid, dip off with the gang
Got Bugus in the Bentley, got Herb in the Wraith
Got Tim in the Ghost, got a gun on his waist
Life or death, ain’t no time to start reaching for the safe
So I play it safe
Real ones that would really go hit for me
Low overhead, no-one ever wrote a hit for me
I be making history, bigger when I’m dead
I’m so on (on)
But it’s off with they head
Fuck MTV, y’all really snubbed me
How you choosing people with numbers that ain’t above me?
Oh wait, politics
Playing at these colleges, getting paid more to perform than any scholarship
I’m lit, I’m gassed, I’m me, I’m me
Two platinum singles, two years they were free
As I’m writing this, I know that this ain’t accurate no more
By the time that all y’all hear this I will most likely have more
I really did eight tours, headlined them all
Your contacts were bullshit, we redlined them all
I spent time in awe, on some amazed shit
Then an O.G. told me to embrace this
I will never waste this, never get complacent
Lotta these rappers got rich and got jaded
I’m still on the same shit, take over the game shit
I just can’t relate to your wavelength

[Chorus]
It’s like everything changed
But I still feel the same
I’m just tryna run the motherfucking game
I’m on that
Yeah I’ll always be on that
It’s like everything changed
But I still feel the same
I’m just tryna run the motherfucking game
I’m on that
Yeah I’ll always be on that, yeah

[Verse 2]
I get everything for free, from your girl to my wardrobe
Half a million dollars smiling on my torso
I buy property, you just got foreclosed
Money running low, you gon’ have to do more shows
But you know no one shows for your shows
So you do club hostings but you drink what you gross
Then you go back home, fall asleep frustrated
Girl laying next to you, whispering "Russ made it"
You asleep, you don’t hear her so she sneaks out
And she pulls up on me and brings the freak out
I send her back before your eyes open
I’m her fix ’cause your life’s broken
She might try chokin’
On something you don’t wanna kiss after
Lifestyle of a young handsome rich rapper
It’s all laughter, it’s all big bucks though
Call the buzz "Vegas" ’cause it stays on a bus though
Girls gone wild, rich like Rothschild
I’ma make you sign an NDA, now you’re on file
I’m the President, the CEO
People that I’ve never seen, tryna see me go (uh)
Billionaire minds in my circle that’s a fact
Faded off Clooney liquor we don’t know, how to act
If it’s based off of fans, y’all should really do the math
If it’s based off of sales, y’all should really count the plaques
If it’s based off of pussy, y’all should really count the ass
If it’s based off of money, y’all should really count the cash (uh)
Move around with duffle bags like Floyd does
Sometimes nothing makes more noise than poise does
Coin us the best movement of all time
Dreams too big to think small time
I’m just on the same shit, take over the game shit
I just can’t relate to any B-level wave length

[Chorus]
It’s like everything changed
But I still feel the same
I’m just tryna run the motherfucking game
I’m on that
Yeah I’ll always be on that
It’s like everything changed
But I still feel the same
I’m just tryna run the motherfucking game
I’m on that
Yeah I’ll always be on that, yeah

Kap G – CEO (feat. Kapfe)

[Intro: Kap G]
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Kap G]
We came from nothin’, can’t tell me nothin’
Might smoke me a iron, feel like I’m in London
They used to be frontin’, now we do no lovin’
Ooh, I want her cousin, I call her my pumpkin
I’ma blow smoke in they faces, look at my diamonds they HD
Nigga be buyin’ these rupees, nigga, got signed by KP
And a nigga only was 18, then I met Pharrell, he the Bape king
Heard they puttin’ on just for ratings, I’m a CEO in the makin’

[Verse 1: Kap G]
I’m a CEO in the makin’
They don’t really want me to make it
Fuck that shit, I’ma take it
In high school, I wore Asics
Then I brought back new New Balance
I wear them in 2010
Make a nigga crank that pool pass
Know my niggas come out with that FFN
Kick the door down ’cause they gon’ let me in
Treat my partners like brothers, I don’t got no friends
I been swimmin’ with sharks and I don’t got no fins
If you knew where I came from, I’m not with the game
You gotta watch out for your enemies
Even your friends be your frenemies
Fuck all that cappin’, you ‘posed to be kin to me
Fuck all that sad shit, I don’t show no sympathy
Fuck a color, I just wanna get green
Get the profits, split it up with the team
Swear that’s why I had to roll up my jeans
I’m a rapper slash actor, might be on your screen
They must not know where I came from
Sacrifices, had to make some
Only eat with the ones who were with me before I had shit
Dare you to say somethin’, these be my day ones

[Chorus: Kap G]
We came from nothin’, can’t tell me nothin’
Might smoke me a iron, feel like I’m in London
They used to be frontin’, now we do no lovin’
Ooh, I want her cousin, I call her my pumpkin
I’ma blow smoke in they faces, look at my diamonds they HD
Nigga be buyin’ these rupees, nigga, got signed by KP
And a nigga only was 18, then I met Pharrell, he the Bape king
Heard they puttin’ on just for ratings, I’m a CEO in the makin’

[Verse 2: Kap G & Kapfe]
Swear they only see the shine
But they don’t never see the grind
Before these Louis V designs
I was slangin’ rhymes like they lions
Pull up on that bitch and hit from behind
Told my partners, we gon’ see better times
How the hell we gon’ get left behind?
We upper echelon, we gon’ get rich or die tryin’
Change up my line
Naw fool
Hol’ up, I’m tryna wet her food
Daddy got locked by them cops
Man, he stood on that block, he was sellin’ that dog food
Fuck what them niggas gon’ call you
Broke is what they never call you
Once car for one of my niggas
Man, best believe all of them bitches gon’ fall through
N-n-n-n-n-n-naw fool, these niggas sound like some house shoes
I just be drippin’ that Ragu, you cannot cuff me like the cops do
And I’ma reply like a boss too
And I answer all like a boss too
I just wanna buy my own house, fool
And I’ma just trap out the house, fool, you dig?
Fuck, gon’ drink it away
Y’all call them cops, they pigs
Put this shit all in a blunt
Y’all smokin’ cigs, that ain’t it
Dreams on big, blunt on big
Bad bitch with me but she ain’t shit

[Chorus: Kap G]
We came from nothin’, can’t tell me nothin’
Might smoke me a iron, feel like I’m in London
They used to be frontin’, now we do no lovin’
Ooh, I want her cousin, I call her my pumpkin
I’ma blow smoke in they faces, look at my diamonds they HD
Nigga be buyin’ these rupees, nigga, got signed by KP
And a nigga only was 18, then I met Pharrell, he the Bape king
Heard they puttin’ on just for ratings, I’m a CEO in the makin’

Russ – Pull The Trigger (There’s Really A Wolf Album)

[Intro: Russ]
Yeah, ey, ah, nothing
Pull the trigger
Ain’t nobody gonna do it for you
Pull the trigger

[Francesca Frame]
Maybe, you should pull the fucking trigger

[Hook: Russ]
Pull the trigger, ain’t nobody gonna do it for you
Pull the trigger, don’t hesitate, just shoot

[Verse 1: Russ]
Yeah, why you believing the propaganda?
Why everybody sound like they want to be from Atlanta?
Are you the voice or the echo?
Are you the nail or the hammer?
I be talking while chewing my beats, I don’t mind my manners
Choruses that fit the opera, that’s why I need phantoms
I got my doubt at gun point, that’s why I need ransoms
And I be handsome, that’s why I got your girl before the money
Honestly, I thought I’d have 30m’s before my twenties
But I’m cool with how it’s happening
Girl in San Fran who wants to cross routes with me
Like a young Colin Kaepernick
Treat the money like a lateral, I’m passing it
‘Cause my family’s number one, never put ’em number two
Trying to buy a house in cash for all the times we had to move
All the times my mom cried ’cause she ain’t know what else to do
All the times she lost hope ’cause she ain’t know what else to lose
All the times I shoot shots ’cause I don’t know what else to shoot, man

[Hook: Russ]
Pull the trigger, ain’t nobody gonna do it for you
Pull the trigger, don’t hesitate, just shoot

[Verse 2: Russ]
I’ma stay winning, I don’t believe in luck
I believe that life’s a buffet, better eat it up
I’ve seen enough to know that I’m really ’bout to blow
Never felt like an employee, always felt like CEO
Even when I stacked shoes, I was never clocked in
Yeah, I always walked out, but I never walked in
That’s a tribute to my head-space
And lately my Devils have been Spanish chicks in red lace
Doing Brujeria on me for ten days
More like ten months, but I got out of it
If I fall in love again, it’s probably with a Saudi chick
But I keep my head up high and my middle fingers higher, yo

[Hook: Russ]
Pull the trigger, ain’t nobody gonna do it for you
Pull the trigger, don’t hesitate, just shoot
Pull the trigger, ain’t nobody gonna do it for you
Pull the trigger, don’t hesitate, just shoot

Jandro – Play Too Much

[Intro]
It’s Gucci 1017 zone CEO
Hand to hand

[Hook]
I eat M&M’s for breakfast and I ate too much
Since I seen my first M I don’t say too much
$20,000 in the club, you know I play too much
Drop a bale on his head he say it way too much
I eat M&M’s for breakfast and I ate too much
Since I seen my first M I don’t say too much
$20,000 in the club, you know I play too much
Drop a bale on his head he say it way too much

[Verse 1]
Got my girl trippin’ sayin’ I’m cookin’ yay too much
Count so much paper I’m gettin’ paper cuts
And the watch around my wrist cost a mercedes truck
Standin’ on stage I smoke like eighty blunts
Two hundred fifty thousand just to tell the time
I paid that bitch a stack so I could jump the line
Gave the waitress three hundred just to pour the shots
Picture perfect how I hold the pot (skrt)
You niggas couldn’t beat me on your best day
Drop a kilo on your head make your neck break (dang)
I sent 500 pounds up top where the Jets play
I count five hundred thousand down here where the Braves stay

[Hook]
Eatin’ M&M’s for breakfast and I ate too much
Since I seen my first M I don’t say too much
$20,000 in the club, you know I play too much
Drop a bale on his head he say it way too much
I eat M&M’s for breakfast and I ate too much
Since I seen my first M I don’t say too much
$20,000 in the club, you know I play too much
Drop a bale on his head he say it way too much
Eatin’ M&M’s for breakfast and I ate too much
Since I seen my first M I don’t say too much
$20,000 in the club, you know I play too much
Drop a bale on his head he say it way too much
I eat M&M’s for breakfast and I ate too much
Since I seen my first M I don’t say too much
$20,000 in the club, you know I play too much
Drop a bale on his head he say it way too much

[Verse 2]
Shawty got a nice face, take her to a nice place
Brand new ‘rari watch me park it in a tight space
Engine in my backpack, pussy nigga back back
Pullin’ up in what’s that, that’ll get you laughed at
Call me billy bathgate eating crab cake
No this not a math test but I got stacks bae
Guess its just my gangster demeanor
Keep me just gettin’ subpeona
Tryna fuck Venus and Serena, Rebok, Nina, [?]
Accurate I’m immaculate
I’m a bachelor, you an average bitch, doin’ average shit
I can’t stand a bitch [?]
My click is thick I’m nigga rich
Yo swag stink like a sack of shit
I’m the president, it’s evident
Bricks and pounds all in my residence

[Hook]
Eatin’ M&M’s for breakfast and I ate too much
Since I seen my first M I don’t say too much
$20,000 in the club, you know I play too much
Drop a bale on his head he say it way too much
I eat M&M’s for breakfast and I ate too much
Since I seen my first M I don’t say too much
$20,000 in the club, you know I play too much
Drop a bale on his head he say it way too much
Eatin’ M&M’s for breakfast and I ate too much
Since I seen my first M I don’t say too much
$20,000 in the club, you know I play too much
Drop a bale on his head he say it way too much
I eat M&M’s for breakfast and I ate too much
Since I seen my first M I don’t say too much
$20,000 in the club, you know I play too much
Drop a bale on his head he say it way too much

Dopeman Go – Tory Lanez lyrics

Lyrics Tory Lanez – Dopeman go

Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Wait, I must’ve forgot that I’m the plug
I’m the dope man, I’m the boy
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dopeman go.

I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got four b*tches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby
I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got it in four b*tches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby.

Bought the Wraith, I said f*ck the Ghost
Flew a brand new b*tch across the coast
She from Mexico right off the gulf
She not just the b*tch, that b*tch the plug
Dirty and I’m servin’ up the bando
I f*ck all the b*tches that make b*tches get low
.30 in my pants, I got a stallo
I just made enough to buy a Lambo
I’m in Givenchy baby, movin’ the digits baby
My baby is cookin’ and flippin’, she doin’ the dishes baby
Mac 11 like it’s Michael Bivins, nigga doin’ the digits baby
To an extensions baby, but you an extension baby
Bustin’ out the lows
I got all the bad b*tches f*ckin’ wit my bros
I dropped outta school, couldn’t pass the SATs
Now I got two bad b*tches passin’ me the weed
I just shot dice with Larry Bird in Barcelona
I done lost bets and told ’em niggas I ain’t owe ’em
I’m the CEO and niggas drop off the program
Someone please find me the dope man.

Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Wait, I must’ve forgot that I’m the plug
I’m the dope man, I’m the boy
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dopeman go
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dopeman go.

I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got four b*tches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby
I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got it in four b*tches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby.

She just wanna party with the dough
Double that Barcardi with the coke
She just wanna f*ck and nothing more
I’m just making sure you up to go
Talking backwoods then I’m up again
She won’t lemme f*ck then I’ma f*ck her friend
Scoreboard b*tch I’m up 10 versuri-lyrics.info
I’ma need some head to get me up again
Woah, I’m in Givenchy baby, movin’ the kitchen baby
Doublin’, adding up all of this money I’m doin’ addition baby
Glock 40, like the top 40 when the shit get to mixing baby
A nigga done mention me and I get to fixin’ it
Poppin’ with the bands
I have no intention of splitting this shit no one but my mans
b*tch up in the trenches with the poncho
Still got a nine like I’m Rondo.

Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Wait, I must’ve forgot that I’m the plug
I’m the dope man, I’m the boy
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go.

I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got four b*tches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby
I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got it in four b*tches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy babyyy.
Tory Lanez lyrics
Video go

Tory Lanez – DopeMan Go

[Bridge]
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Wait, I must’ve forgot that I’m the plug
I’m the dope man, I’m the boy
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go

[Hook]
I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got four bitches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby
I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got it in four bitches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby

[Verse 1]
Bought the Wraith, I said fuck the Ghost
Flew a brand new bitch across the coast
She from Mexico right off the gulf
She not just the bitch, that bitch the plug
Dirty and I’m servin’ up the bando
I fuck all the bitches that make bitches get low
.30 in my pants, I got a stallo
I just made enough to buy a Lambo
I’m in Givenchy baby, movin’ the digits baby
My baby is cookin’ and flippin’, she doin’ the dishes baby
Mac 11 like it’s Michael Bivins, nigga doin’ the digits baby
To an extensions baby, but you an extension baby
Bustin’ out the lows
I got all the bad bitches fuckin’ wit my bros
I dropped outta school, couldn’t pass the SATs
Now I got two bad bitches passin’ me the weed
I just shot dice with Larry Bird in Barcelona
I done lost bets and told ’em niggas I ain’t owe ’em
I’m the CEO and niggas drop off the program
Someone please find me the dope man

[Bridge]
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Wait, I must’ve forgot that I’m the plug
I’m the dope man, I’m the boy
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go

[Hook]
I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got four bitches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby
I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got it in four bitches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby

[Verse 2]
She just wanna party with the dough
Double that Barcardi with the coke
She just wanna fuck and nothing more
I’m just making sure you up to go
Talking backwoods then I’m up again
She won’t lemme fuck then I’ma fuck her friend
Scoreboard bitch I’m up 10
I’ma need some head to get me up again
Woah, I’m in Givenchy baby, movin’ the kitchen baby
Doublin’, adding up all of this money I’m doin’ addition baby
Glock 40, like the top 40 when the shit get to mixing baby
A nigga done mention me and I get to fixin’ it
Poppin’ with the bands
I have no intention of splitting this shit no one but my mans
Bitch up in the trenches with the poncho
Still got a nine like I’m Rondo

[Bridge]
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Wait, I must’ve forgot that I’m the plug
I’m the dope man, I’m the boy
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go

[Hook]
I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got four bitches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby
I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got it in four bitches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby

Jay-Z – Public Service Announcement

[Jay-Z]
Allow me to re-introduce myself
My name is Hov’, OH, H-to-the-O-V
I used to move snowflakes by the O-Z
I guess even back then you can call me
CEO of the R-O-C, Hov’!
Fresh out the fryin pan into the fire
I be the, music biz number one supplier
Flyer/flier than a piece of paper bearin my name
Got the hottest chick in the game wearin my chain, that’s right
Hov’, OH – not D.O.C.
But similar to them letters, "No One Can Do it Better"
I check cheddar like a food inspector
My homey Strict told me, "Dude finish your breakfast"
So that’s what I’ma do, take you back to the dude
with the Lexus, fast-forward the jewels and the necklace
Let me tell you dudes what I do to protect this
I shoot at you actors like movie directors [laughing]
This ain’t a movie dog (oh shit)

"Now before I finish, let me just say
I did not come here to show out, did not come here to impress you
Because to tell you the truth when I leave here I’m GONE!
And I don’t care WHAT you think about me – but just remember,
when it hits the fan brother, whether it’s next year, ten years,
twenty years from now, you’ll never be able to say
that these brothers lied to you JACK!"

[Jay-Z]
Ving ain’t lie
I done came through the block in everything that’s fly
I’m like, Che Guevara with bling on, I’m complex
I never claimed to have wings on
Nigga I get mine – by any means on whenever there’s a drought
Get your umbrellas out because, that’s when I brainstorm
You can blame Shawn, but I ain’t invent the game
I just rolled the dice, tryin to get some change
And I do it twice, ain’t no sense in me
lyin as if, I am a different man
And I could blame my environment but
there ain’t no reason why I be buyin expensive chains
Hope you don’t think users are the only abusers niggaz
Gettin high within the game
If you do then, how would you explain?
I’m ten years removed, still the vibe is in my veins
I got a hustler spirit, nigga period
Check out my hat yo, peep the way I wear it
Check out my swag’ yo, I walk like a ballplayer
No matter where you go, you are what you are player
And you can try to change but that’s just the top layer
Man, you was who you was ‘fore you got here
Only God can judge me, so I’m gone
Either love me, or leave me alone

Block hot – S.Dot lyrics

Lyrics S.Dot – Block hot

We ridin late night, tryna catch some
Slidin through the opps finna stretch one
We willin’, gang bangin’ throwin sets up
Apply a lil’ more pressure aint no let up
Smokin dead niggas til my heart stop
Can’t pull up to the trap if you not shot
Put some shooters on yo ass that will not stop
Doin’ all these drills, got the block hot
485 CEO that sh*t take hard work
Smokin’ all these dead niggas til’ my heart hurtsss.
S.Dot lyrics
Video hot

Tory Lanez – Dopeman Go (The New Toronto 2 Mixtape)

[Bridge]
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
I must’ve forgot that I’m the plug
I’m the dope man, I’m the boy
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go

[Hook]
I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got four bitches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby
I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got it in four bitches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby

[Verse 1]
Bought the Wraith I said fuck the Ghost
Flew a brand new bitch across the coast
She from Mexico right off the gulf
She not just the bitch, that bitch the plug
Dirty and I’m servin’ up the bando
I fuck all the bitches that make bitches get low
.30 in my pants, I got a stallo
I just made enough to buy a Lambo
I’m in Givenchy baby, movin’ the digits baby
My baby is cookin’ and flippin’, she doin’ the dishes baby
Mac 11 like it’s Michael Bivins, nigga doin’ the digits baby
To an extensions baby, but you an extension baby
Bustin’ out the lows
I got all the bad bitches fuckin’ wit my bros
I dropped outta school couldn’t pass the SATs
Now I got two bad bitches passin’ me the weed
I just shot dice with Larry Bird in Barcelona
I done lost bets and told em niggas I ain’t know
I’m the CEO and niggas drop off the program
Someone please find me the dope man

[Bridge]
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
I must’ve forgot that I’m the plug
I’m the dope man, I’m the boy
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go

[Hook]
I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got four bitches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby
I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got it in four bitches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby

[Verse 2]
She just wanna party with the dough
Double that Barcardi with the coke
She just wanna fuck and nothing more
I’m just making sure you up to go
Talking backwoods then I’m up again
She won’t lemme fuck then I’ma fuck her friend
Scoreboard bitch I’m up 10
I’ma need some head to get me up again
Woah, I’m in Givenchy baby, movin’ the kitchen baby
Doublin’, adding up all of this money I’m doin’ addition baby
Glock 40, like the top 40 when the shit get to mixing baby
A nigga done mention me and I get to fixin’ it
Poppin’ with the bands
I have no intention of spliting this shit no one but my mans
Bitch up in the trenches with the poncho
Still got a nine like I’m Rondo

[Bridge]
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
I must’ve forgot that I’m the plug
I’m the dope man, I’m the boy
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go

[Hook]
I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got four bitches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby
I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got it in four bitches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby

Gucci Mane – Play Too Much Lyrics

[Intro]
It’s Gucci 1017 zone CEO
Hand to hand

[Hook]
I eat M&M’s for breakfast and I ate too much
Since I seen my first M I don’t say too much
$20,000 in the club, you know I play too much
Drop a bale on his head he say it way too much
I eat M&M’s for breakfast and I ate too much
Since I seen my first M I don’t say too much
$20,000 in the club, you know I play too much
Drop a bale on his head he say it way too much

[Verse 1]
Got my girl trippin’ sayin’ I’m cookin’ yay too much
Count so much paper I’m gettin’ paper cuts
And the watch around my wrist cost a mercedes truck
Standin’ on stage I smoke like eighty blunts
Two hundred fifty thousand just to tell the time
I paid that bitch a stack so I could jump the line
Gave the waitress three hundred just to pour the shots
Picture perfect how I hold the pot (skrt)
You niggas couldn’t beat me on your best day
Drop a kilo on your head make your neck break (dang)
I sent 500 pounds up top where the Jets play
I count five hundred thousand down here where the Braves stay

[Hook]
Eatin’ M&M’s for breakfast and I ate too much
Since I seen my first M I don’t say too much
$20,000 in the club, you know I play too much
Drop a bale on his head he say it way too much
I eat M&M’s for breakfast and I ate too much
Since I seen my first M I don’t say too much
$20,000 in the club, you know I play too much
Drop a bale on his head he say it way too much
Eatin’ M&M’s for breakfast and I ate too much
Since I seen my first M I don’t say too much
$20,000 in the club, you know I play too much
Drop a bale on his head he say it way too much
I eat M&M’s for breakfast and I ate too much
Since I seen my first M I don’t say too much
$20,000 in the club, you know I play too much
Drop a bale on his head he say it way too much

[Verse 2]
Shawty got a nice face, take her to a nice place
Brand new ‘rari watch me park it in a tight space
Engine in my backpack, pussy nigga back back
Pullin’ up in what’s that, that’ll get you laughed at
Call me billy bathgate eating crab cake
No this not a math test but I got stacks bae
Guess its just my gangster demeanor
Keep me just gettin’ subpeona
Tryna fuck Venus and Serena, Rebok, Nina, [?]
Accurate I’m immaculate
I’m a bachelor, you an average bitch, doin’ average shit
I can’t stand a bitch [?]
My click is thick I’m nigga rich
Yo swag stink like a sack of shit
I’m the president, it’s evident
Bricks and pounds all in my residence

[Hook]
Eatin’ M&M’s for breakfast and I ate too much
Since I seen my first M I don’t say too much
$20,000 in the club, you know I play too much
Drop a bale on his head he say it way too much
I eat M&M’s for breakfast and I ate too much
Since I seen my first M I don’t say too much
$20,000 in the club, you know I play too much
Drop a bale on his head he say it way too much
Eatin’ M&M’s for breakfast and I ate too much
Since I seen my first M I don’t say too much
$20,000 in the club, you know I play too much
Drop a bale on his head he say it way too much
I eat M&M’s for breakfast and I ate too much
Since I seen my first M I don’t say too much
$20,000 in the club, you know I play too much
Drop a bale on his head he say it way too much

Tory Lanez – Dope Man Go (In Canada) (Live)

[Bridge]
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
I must’ve forgot that I’m the plug
I’m the dope man, I’m the boy
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go

[Hook]
I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got four bitches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby
All in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got it in four bitches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby

[Verse]
Bought the Wraith I said fuck the Ghost
Flew a brand new bitch across the coast
She from Mexico right off the blow
She not just the bitch [?]
Dirty and I’m servin’ up the bando
I got all the bitches and that my bitches can’t know
Money in my [?]
I just met another bad [?]
I’m in Givenchy baby, movin’ the digits baby
My baby is cookin’ and flippin’, she doin’ the dishes baby
Mac 11 like I’m Michael [?], nigga doin’ the digits baby
Two in extensions baby, we doin’ the digits baby
Bustin’ out the lows
I got all the bad bitches fuckin’ wit my bros
I dropped outta school couldn’t pass the SATs
Now I got two bad bitches passin’ me the weed
I just shot [?] from eleventh grade, bustin’ low
I just lost bets went told them niggas I don’t know
Now the CEO, I’m thanking God I’m out the program
Someone please find me the dope man

[Bridge]
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
I must’ve forgot that I’m the plug
I’m the dope man, I’m the boy
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go

[Hook]
I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got four bitches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby
All in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got it in four bitches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby

Yo Gotti & Moneybagg Yo – Prayers (2Federal Mixtape)

[Hook: Yo Gotti]
Real niggas don’t argue
Rich niggas don’t bargain
Choppers answer to the problems
Choppers answer to the problems
Haters gone and the plug came
I guess god answered my prayers
Stayed down ’til the money came
I guess god answered my prayers

[Verse 1: Moneybagg Yo]
Got my shirt off with my chains on
I’m street as hell, can’t you tell?
Sent your money off, go and came back
And god answered your prayers
We in [?], me and CEO
On a private jet, ’bout to take off
I ain’t really with the back and forth talk
50 in the Glock, Zach Randolph
Got up off my ass
Had to make sacrifices just to see my people rich
Lil nigga got some killers with me
I’m G’d up, I’m on my own dick
Nigga rich, that’s a cold kit
She fucked your dog, that’s a cold bitch
In the game like EA
Diamonds lemonade, no Minute Maid
Don’t want to hear that you fuck with me now
Cause you ain’t fuck with me when I was fucked up
Fucked around and ran my bucks up
Yeah my baby mama ‘nem lucked up
God bless ’em nigga, amen
I got white neighbors where I stay man
I can see the money clear now
Spent a couple thou on some Ray Bans

[Hook: Yo Gotti]
Real niggas don’t argue
Rich niggas don’t bargain
Choppers answer to the problems
Choppers answer to the problems
Haters gone and the plug came
I guess god answered my prayers
Stayed down ’til the money came
I guess god answered my prayers
Beefin’ with me and you still living
God answered your prayers
You my baby mama and I’m a rich nigga
Guess god answered your prayers
You fucked up and hit a lick nigga
God answered your prayers
You in this rap shit and you a street nigga
God answered your prayers

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
Stayed down ’til I came up
Watched a fuck nigga change up
We all thuggin’, can’t blame us
Don’t need pussy niggas, they shame us
Guess [?] got all gangster
Once a nigga got famous
Don’t get the shit twisted
20 million later, still gon’ shoot that banger
Poppin’ pills, going to sleep
Waking up, tryna deal with my anger
Fallin’ out with my homeboys
Feel more comfortable ’round strangers
Pull the Lamb up to the clipboard
Got the jet waiting in the hanger
With a whole bunch of hood niggas with me
Ready to kill, how could you blame ’em?
Playin’ with me and you still breathing
Well god answered your prayers
Know the game got layers
Fuck your bitch, that’s a layup
Never catch a nigga later
Nigga better get his weight up
Play with me ain’t safe bruh
Get your grandmammy’s shit sprayed up

[Hook: Yo Gotti]
Real niggas don’t argue
Rich niggas don’t bargain
Choppers answer to the problems
Choppers answer to the problems
Haters gone and the plug came
I guess god answered my prayers
Stayed down ’til the money came
I guess god answered my prayers
Beefin’ with me and you still living
God answered your prayers
You my baby mama and I’m a rich nigga
Guess god answered your prayers
You fucked up and hit a lick nigga
God answered your prayers
You in this rap shit and you a street nigga
God answered your prayers