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Famous lyrics - Octavian, Gunna & SAINt JHN

[Octavian:]

It's sweet

Ever since you got famous (Famous)

All bunch of new friends, bet you can't name one (Name one)

You're the only one I need now, but you switched up (Switched up)

Just called your number, boy, you ain't ever picked up

It's been about six months

Ever since you got famous (Famous)

All bunch of new girls, bet you can't name one (Name one)

I don't wanna say that you switched up

You broke my heart, boy, how you gonna fix that? (Give you assistance)

[Gunna:]

Who'd ever thought I'd make it on Forbes?

Had to make that good choice

I get that shit for my voice

We flyin' private into Clearport

I'm rollin' like a motocross

I can't cap, I had the chrome for my walk

Let it in, I tell young nigga, "Go and floss"

I'm takin' lessons, learnin' how to play the guitar

And I'm a nasty whore (Oh yeah)

The reason why I'm fuckin' on tours (Uh)

He a ho one but that's why I ignore (Ignore)

Type of hitter, you don't never seen this before

[Octavian:]

Ever since you got famous (Famous)

All bunch of new friends, bet you can't name one (Name one)

You're the only one I need now, but you switched up (Switched up)

Just called your number, boy, you ain't ever picked up

It's been about six months

Ever since you got famous (Famous)

All bunch of new girls, bet you can't name one (Name one)

I don't wanna say that you switched up

You broke my heart, boy, how you gonna fix that? (Give you assistance)

[SAINt JHN:]

How are you gonna point me? Girl, you disappoint me

Now you wanna join me, you just want to coin me

And now you wanna join me, you wanna annoy me

Ayy, I made you my baby, you know I'm stuntin', baby

And now you wanna blame me, and now you wanna tame me

You're never gonna change me, ghetto lil' baby

Who would've believed that I made it?

Who would've blown money on grandmomma baby?

Who would say they made a nice lil' savin'?

I was runnin' Bedford on the pavement

Who would've believed that I lost it?

Who'd have thought I'd tap out, hit the floor bad?

Who would know I'd max out on a profit?

Didn't faze me, wasn't there for the gossip

[Octavian:]

And you shouldn't lie no more, you shouldn't lie no more (No more, yeah)

We won't lose you, we won't be like before, you better know

I'm all yours, you better know I'm all yours (All yours)

Get into your mind 'cause we're winnin' this time

Ever since you got famous (Famous)

All bunch of new friends, bet you can't name one (Name one)

You're the only one I need now, but you switched up (Switched up)

Just called your number, boy, you ain't ever picked up

It's been about six months

Ever since you got famous (Famous)

All bunch of new girls, bet you can't name one (Can't name one)

I don't wanna say that you switched up

You broke my heart, boy, how you gonna fix that? (Give you assistance)

Florida Water lyrics - FN Meka, Gunna & Clix

Florida Water, two tone AP Presidential Rolex

Florida Water, 2019 Richard Mille and a Patek

Florida Water, real diamonds, carats, and pointers, and VVS

Florida Water, roof and car tinted thats a white cuban hit off my chest

Florida Water, all these flaws I don't cop sulpher bagguettes

Florida Water, ice on my fingers feel like I'm making her wet

Florida Water, all my pieces cost figures I spend me a check

Florida Water, when your carat clarity they treat you with respect

Boogers in the face of the watch like I'm a kid

I knew first chance I got I was gon go big

Ice on both my fists, ice on both of my wrists

Top off the coupe like cup no lid

Niggas runnin round had to go to the bank again

Make a lot of money take care of my lady friends

Shopping in London, get chauffeured in the Maybach Benz

Two tone chains on bet I call em the twins

Young wunna I got carats like a rabbit

Put that sky blue face in the all white Patek

Cop another one like DJ Khaled

Niggas can't compete I'm out they bracket

Florida Water, two tone AP Presidential Rolex

Florida Water, 2019 Richard Mille & a Patek

Florida Water, real diamonds, carats, and pointers, and VVS

Florida Water, roof and car tinted thats a white cuban hit off my chest

Too many 1's and 0's

Thumbin' through these racks

My system overload

Ain't no stuntin' on me

I went beyond your goals

I'm too OP for this path I chose

Gimme that Patek

Need that AP

Need that Zaza

You know I flex

To disrespect

To me that's nada

RTFKT on my feet

You see the agua

Tesla Gucci cybertruck

I'll wreck that shit, don't give a fuck (like ah)

Just put it on my tab

I don't see a price, just throw it in my bag

Always in a foreign when I dash

Clear water VVS diamonds

Bust down, make it splash like

Florida Water, two tone AP Presidential Rolex

Florida Water, 2019 Richard Mille and a Patek

Florida Water, real diamonds, carats, and pointers, and VVS

Florida Water, roof and car tinted thats a white cuban hit off my chest

Florida Water, all these flaws I don't cop sulpher bagguettes

Florida Water, ice on my fingers feel like I'm making her wet

Florida Water, all my pieces cost figures I spend me a check

Florida Water, when your carat clarity they treat you with respect

Lemonade (Latin Remix) lyrics - Internet Money, Anuel AA & Gunna (feat. Don Toliver & NAV)

Xanny bars, suicide door, brand new bag

College girls give a nigga head in my Rafs

Rockstar life, so much money I'll make you laugh, hey

These bitches, they hate and you can't miss what you never had

Hey, hey

Off the juice (Juice), Codeine got me trippin' (Juice)

Copped the coupe (Coupe), woke up, roof is missing (Yeah, yeah)

Ice (Ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin' (Anuel)

Ice (Ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin'

Cuatro, cinco Perco,' en la mano agua Fiji

El phillie en los dedos, en la muñeca el Richard Mille

Un millón en el carro, puerta suicida Robin Willy

Y si me matan los espero en el cielo con Kobe y Gigi

De rodilla' ante Dios y millonario ante el hombre

En la fe, no en cada bala está tu nombre

Los billetes azules también tienen dos caras

No siempre los tuve pero tenía par balas

Siempre vestido 'e Louis Vuitton, pelo rosita o neón

En probatorio y siempre con el pistolón

Llevo dos años en la cima y sigo posteao como un buzón

Fanta azul, el lean me duerme el rostro

El AK a full, ya me tiene viendo monstruos

Uah, el tambor no se congela

Uah, las balas entran y muertos modelan

Xanny bars, suicide door, brand new bag

College girls give a nigga head in my Rafs

Rockstar life, so much money I'll make you laugh, hey

These bitches, they hate and you can't miss what you never had

Hey, hey

Off the juice (Juice), Codeine got me trippin' (Juice)

Copped the coupe (Coupe), woke up, roof is missing (Yeah, yeah)

Ice (Ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin'

Ice (Ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin'

Addy boys, got some 60's in my bag (Oh-oh)

Lips sealed, I ain't pillow talkin', I'm no rat (No)

In my earlobe, got two karats, VVS (Bling)

Got a penthouse near Rodeo, off of stress (Stress)

All this money, when I grew up, I had nothing (Nothing)

Filled with backstabbers, my old life was disgusting (Disgusting)

Can't believe it, gotta thank God that I'm living comfortably (Thank God)

Get checks, I don't believe when she say she done with me

Burnt some bridges, and I let the fire light the way (Oh-whoa)

Kickin' my feet up, left the PJ's on a PJ (PJ)

Yeah, I'm a big dog, and I walk around with no leash (Oh)

I got water on me, yeah, everything on Fiji

Xanny bars, suicide door, brand new bag

College girls give a nigga head in my Rafs

Rockstar life, so much money I'll make you laugh, hey

These bitches, they hate and you can't miss what you never had

Hey, hey

Off the juice (Juice), Codeine got me trippin' (Juice)

Copped the coupe (Coupe), woke up, roof is missing (Yeah, yeah)

Ice (Ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin'

Ice (Ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin'

I'm a rockstar, play guitars, sippin' 'Wock, ay (Hey)

Adderall, fentanyl, Xanax bars, ay (Yeah)

I was fifteen, I sip Codeine with my dawg, yeah (Codeine)

Did a Percocet, Promethazine, I feel nauseous (Promethazine)

Put up a stick and I hop on a plane

Still in my war ways (War ways)

Shit is so risky, I gotta be gifted

He blessed me with fortune and fame (Fortune and fame, nice)

I made my first fifty, I couldn't go back empty

I knew I was stuck to that game, uh (Stuck)

I'm loyal and I'll never change, yeah

I'm never gon' go Against the grain (Against the grain)

I'm never gon' be the one turn on my brother

When police has got him detained (Nah)

I would never love a bitch, more than my mother

And that's on my government name (Nah)

I can't be no sucker, ain't hatin' on no one

I wish everybody get paid (Paid)

'Cause we countin' up every day (Every day)

Gettin' high till I land in the grave

Xanny bars, suicide door, brand new bag

College girls give a nigga head in my Rafs

Rockstar life, so much money I'll make you laugh, hey

These bitches, they hate and you can't miss what you never had

Hey, hey

Off the juice (Juice), Codeine got me trippin' (Juice)

Copped the coupe (Coupe), woke up, roof is missing (Yeah, yeah)

Ice (Ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin'

Ice (Ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin'

Lesbian lyrics - Metro Boomin (feat. Gunna & Young Thug)

[Gunna:]

Gunna, Thugger

Slatt

Metro, Young Metro

I fell in love with a lesbian (Yeah)

Came to knock on your door, baby let me in (Let me in)

I should've learned my lesson then (Lesson then)

I didn't wanna keep goin', I was hesitant (Didn't wanna keep goin')

I tried to ignore the evidence (Ignore it)

But I'm gon' trust myself, ain't no better than (No better than)

Bought the Rollie two tone like the President (The President)

And it ain't been no back and forth ever since

Yeah, took the bitch on a trip, now she feelin' me (She feelin' me)

Exotic frame, a Filipin' (Frame)

No crease and no stain, no fresh and clean (No stain, fresh)

Ice out the chain with hella V's (Hella V's)

Rock the water like rain on a G-Star V (Wet, water)

I might stock up and go like I'm Mr. T (What?)

I wan' ride the new Rolls or that Bentley B (That Bentley B)

Yeah we gon' cop some Chanel, the double C (That double C)

I done bought her a bag, got her lovin' me (Yeah)

I'ma pop, I'ma flex like I'm Double D (Flex, wet)

I'ma hop on the jet, hit another city ('Nother city)

I got fans and got fans who gon' pay for me (They gon' pay for me)

I need my shit now, I can't wait a week (Can't wait a week)

I fuck on that kitty, she take it deep (She take it deep)

I fell in love with a lesbian (Yeah)

Came to knock on your door, baby let me in (Let me in)

I should've learned my lesson then (Lesson then)

I didn't wanna keep goin', I was hesitant (Didn't wanna keep goin')

I tried to ignore the evidence (Ignore it)

But I'm gon' trust myself, ain't no better than (No better than)

Bought the Rollie two tone like the President (The President)

And it ain't been no back and forth ever since

[Young Thug:]

I killed the boy with no evidence

I paid my dues with like every cent (Slatt slatt slatt)

And since I'm fresh as a peppermint

Riches they come, ain't no better man (Slatt slatt slatt)

I'm rockin' gold like a treasure chest (Slatt slatt slatt)

I'm rockin' gold like I'm leprechaun (I'm rockin' gold)

I got a stick with a magazine

Young nigga fly as a pelican (Slatt slatt slatt)

I treat my boys like they one of one

I treat these hoes like they one of one (Hoes)

I smoked your dawg and you owe him one (I smoked your dog)

I smell like dope when I woke up (I smell like dope)

I made a play at Katana

Man I had nothin' but gold with some bubblegum (Bubblegum)

I got a chain, that's another sun

And I just bought another, another one (Woo)

Shorty eatin' crepes, take me way in London

Bangin' hats in Dior like I'm Farrakhan (Farrakhan)

None of my hoes don't wear Fear of God

I was just runnin' sprints and some marathons (Marathons)

Pinstripe pants make me bigger (Make me bigger)

Take an X pill, didn't kill me (Didn't kill me)

Bought the dope, turned into a dealer (To a dealer)

Throw away all the Margielas (Uh uh uh)

Sped up, didn't take up, never let up (Let up)

I done ran them M's up, the letter (Letter)

Everything sprung, got it ghetto, uh

Ridin' with a bitch and my cutter (Erk)

'Bout to dress a bitch up and then cuddle (Erk)

'Bout to feed you my pistol with diamonds (Yeah)

'Bout to pull up on you hoes with my brothers

[Gunna:]

I fell in love with a lesbian (Yeah)

Came to knock on your door, baby let me in (Let me in)

I should've learned my lesson then (Lesson then)

I didn't wanna keep goin', I was hesitant (Didn't wanna keep goin')

I tried to ignore the evidence (Ignore it)

But I'm gon' trust myself, ain't no better than (No better than)

Bought the Rollie two tone like the President (The President)

And it ain't been no back and forth ever since

I fell in love with a lesbian (Yeah)

Came to knock on your door, baby let me in (Let me in)

I should've learned my lesson then (Lesson then)

I didn't wanna keep goin', I was hesitant (Didn't wanna keep goin')

I tried to ignore the evidence (Ignore it)

But I'm gon' trust myself, ain't no better than (No better than)

Bought the Rollie two tone like the President (The President)

And it ain't been no back and forth ever since

Martian lyrics - Gunna

(Plug)

Flew back from space like a motherfuckin' martian

Streets are at war, gotta sleep with that Carbon

I crack a half of that lean, shit be icy

Lambo' doors up when I pull up and park it

Investing in drugs, controlling the market

Showing no love, fuck these niggas, I'm heartless

I'ma make sure you proceeding with caution

This ain't a M, ain't no reason to bargain

Hey, uh

Gotta stay focused, I knew I was chosen

This lotto a cutthroat, I don't wanna smoke it

Microwave rising, they thought I was hopeless

Stopped doing deposits, these bank tellers nosy

Won't recognize you, you iced out your Rollie

I fronted you, you forgot that you owe me (Plug!)

Pushing me to the edge

I be healing the pain with this red

Spent like twenty-three racks on these threads

I got twenty hoes that could give head

I'm a dinosaur, rock the T-Rex

Pop a wheelie, Meek Milly, I flex

I'm invested in flawless baguettes

Got my chain on, I thought I was wet

Flew back from space like a motherfuckin' martian

Streets are at war, gotta sleep with that Carbon

I crack a half of that lean, shit be icy

Lambo' doors up when I pull up and park it

Investing in drugs, controlling the market

Showing no love, fuck these niggas, I'm heartless

I'ma make sure you proceeding with caution

This ain't a M, ain't no reason to bargain

Hey

Got some thots in my pit that I still haven't hit

They ain't pressed about shit 'cause they wait on this dick

New Gucci socks that match every outfit

She still on the Plain Jane while you really rich

That nigga yelling, "Gang, gang!", he ready to snitch

I paint the coupe cocaine, I'm riding in a brick (Plu-Plug!)

'Bout to go get it washed

Icy two-tone AP watch

Can't get my trust, you a fraud

Young Gunna went against the odds

Bought the Maybach a garage

I can't use cash or a card

Crown in that new Aventador

VVS look like a star

Flew back from space like a motherfuckin' martian

Streets are at war, gotta sleep with that Carbon

I crack a half of that lean, shit be icy

Lambo' doors up when I pull up and park it

Investing in drugs, controlling the market

Showing no love, fuck these niggas, I'm heartless

I'ma make sure you proceeding with caution

This ain't a M, ain't no reason to bargain

Flew back from space like a motherfuckin' martian

Streets are at war, gotta sleep with that Carbon

I crack a half of that lean, shit be icy

Lambo' doors up when I pull up and park it

Investing in drugs, controlling the market

Showing no love, fuck these niggas, I'm heartless

I'ma make sure you proceeding with caution

This ain't a M, ain't no reason to bargain

Mind On A Milli lyrics - Gunna (feat. HoodRich Pablo Juan)

[Gunna:]

Mind on a motherfuckin' milli'

Riding with the motherfuckin' semi

Grind from the start to the finish

Pull up in the foreign, I'll park it in the trenches

See 230 on the dash, driving real fast, I'mma speed over the limit

No, we ain't going out sad, 30 rounds in my bag for these fuck niggas envy

I be getting higher than a tree

Still stacking racks, money all that I need

Still selling pounds of that weed, I leave 'em with the bro, when I'm going overseas

That's the double shit was already kicking

We just sipping lean, popping X, really geekin'

And I'm rocking water like ice, I could freeze it

When your bitch land, I'mma book her at Four Seasons

Hating on the kid for no reason

Gunna drip sauce, let it sprinkle like it's season

Rocking off-white, when I'm walking to the meeting

A nigga flying kites down the road, they some demons

Nigga, stop caking that hoe, she a cheater

I only fuck her once or twice, then nigga, I'mma leave her

I tried to pop a Percocet and pour me up a litr

I drop a fishscale in a bowl, let it heat up

Chanel and they still can't see us

Nigga, send 'em back, counting money with my feet up

I be sending racks to my, 'cause on the kiosk

I'mma send that pack down the road, until you get out

Let that bitch stick the dope deep in her mizzouth

I been putting shit up at the hizzouse

Dripping on these bitches through a drizzought

Damn, a nigga made it out the sizzouth

Mind on a motherfuckin' milli'

Riding with the motherfuckin' semi

Grind from the start to the finish

Pull up in the foreign, I'll park it in the trenches

See 230 on the dash, driving real fast, I'mma speed over the limit

No, we ain't going out sad, 30 rounds in my bag for these fuck niggas envy

[Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]

Flying a jet or a foreign, I do that

Hunnid thousand worth of ice in my Louis bag

Saint Lauren kicking these bitches like "Who that?"

Rich nigga came from the hood, but you knew that

Ice on my neck, it look like a sleet

Plain Jane ban on an iced out Patek

Dope up that hoe, she a freak

I'm up getting money, don't know how to sleep

I fucked that lil' bitch and I fucked up the sheets

Ice all over me like I was a Christmas tree

Mind on a milli', ain't thinking 'bout enemies

Shoot a nigga down like J. F. Kennedy

Selling chickens, you can come get a 10 piece

Jumped out the plane with the Fendi

Jumped in the foreign with a semi

Baby Draco hold a 50

Niggas saw me and they see me

[Gunna:]

Mind on a motherfuckin' milli

Riding with the motherfuckin' semi

Grind from the start to the finish

Pull up in the foreign, I'll park it in the trenches

See 230 on the dash, driving real fast, I'mma speed over the limit

No, we ain't going out sad, 30 rounds in my bag for these fuck niggas envy

Mind on a motherfuckin' milli

Riding with the motherfuckin' semi

Grind from the start to the finish

Pull up in the foreign, I'll park it in the trenches

See 230 on the dash, driving real fast, I'mma speed over the limit

No, we ain't going out sad, 30 rounds in my bag for these fuck niggas envy

On To Me lyrics - Gunna

(Hoodrich ho)

(Ricky Racks, I see you!)

(Hoodrich king, yeah, I'm thinkin' 'bout signing that)

Niggas, they on to me

Niggas annoying me

Bitches, they be foreign to me

Keep bitches on they knees

Get the racks, they from overseas

Only owe me some foreign keys

Have you whippin' the Cherokee

I'm a dog like you Pedigree

Fuck your hoe on the leather seat

Say you a dime, bitch you better be

Wanna see you bend over and take the D

And I'm still dodging these felonies

My unc' on the block, he still selling weed

Tell him when we get out, we gon' never leave

Still got racks in my pocket like cheddar cheese

Got her Coco Chanel, she smelling me

Some ice on, it came out the fridge

Put some racks on your head like a fitted

I can see in your eyes you weren't with it

And some niggas weren't fair, they start snitching

And that shit get you killed, no permission

Shit ain't hard nigga, play your position

Free my cousin they say he a menace

Keep the racks at the crew, we ain't finished

Take a lil bit of X and molly

God damn that's another body

Hop in that horse and ride it

I let her come get inside it

Left the Ford truck, the new Mase'

She ain't my boss just like Rocky

When she get on the drugs, she get naughty

My bitch like my car, she exotic

Niggas, they on to me

Niggas annoying me

Bitches be boring to me

Keep bitches on they knees

Get the racks, they from overseas

Only owe me some foreign keys

Have you whippin' the Cherokee

I'm a dog like you Pedigree

Fuck your hoe on the leather seat

Say you a dime, bitch you better be

Wanna see you bend over and take the D

And I'm still dodging these felonies

My unc' on the block, he still selling weed

Tell him when we get out, we gon' never leave

Still got racks in my pocket like cheddar cheese

Got her Coco Chanel, she smelling me

I wanna see that K, why you talkin'?

Let me see that drip when you walkin'

I wanna see finesse when you flossin'

I'm taking that power, no Austin

And money come green like Boston

Young nigga don't need no vouchers

I'm still rocking Louis pouches

These bitches like "Ooh, we bosses"

Throw some ones, make that booty start bouncing

Money counter, don't need no accountant

I went to the top of the mountain

It's drip season make that announcement

I drip and I drip like a faucet

These fuck niggas thought I done lost it

Put a line on my dick, told her snort it

I'm killing these hoes, need a coffin

Niggas, they on to me

Niggas annoying me

Bitches be boring to me

Keep bitches on they knees

Get the racks, they from overseas

Only owe me some foreign keys

Have you whippin' the Cherokee

I'm a dog like you Pedigree

Fuck your hoe on the leather seat

Say you a dime, bitch you better be

Wanna see you bend over and take the D

And I'm still dodging these felonies

My unc' on the block, he still selling weed

Tell him when we get out, we gon' never leave

Still got racks in my pocket like cheddar cheese

Got her Coco Chanel, she smelling me

Order lyrics - TM88, Southside & Gunna

Don't put me on no time, I ain't late (No)

Still rockin' Balmain and BAPE (BAPE)

Sit back and roll a whole eighth (Eighth)

Smokin' that shit to the face (Face)

All color coupes, different race (Races)

Skrt on a car, hit a gate (Gate)

Ain't seein' no slime with the day (Nah)

Gon' tell her we come from the A (The A)

Stripper gettin' off, I ain't waitin' (Waitin')

Skrtin' off in the fast lane (Lane)

Smoke a whole pack to the brain (Brain)

Slide in that Bentley Mulsanne (Mulsanne)

2018, a new Range (Range)

Thumb through the check, ease the pain (Pain)

Crack you a seal, pour a pint (A pint)

He goin' psycho, insane (Sane)

Doin' the shit that you can't (Can't)

Drip on your bitch like a saint (Saint)

I dropped a stack on my ring (Ring)

I'm 'bout to blow like a tank (Tank)

Wire that shit to the bank (Wire)

How much you want for that Wraith? (Wraith)

24 inches, and I'm finna skate (Skate)

Rollie, Sky-Dweller the face (Face)

Still gettin' them racks out of state (State)

Put that lil' bitch in her place (Place)

I put them hoes in order (Hoes)

I put them hoes in order (Hoes in order)

I went and blowed a quarter (Blowed a quarter)

Diamonds is cold as water (Cold)

Diamonds is cold as water (Cold)

We're tryna own the border (Own the border)

Already sold her off (Yeah, damn)

Bring out them racks, I'ma bet it (Bet it)

Still shootin' dice at the palace (Palace)

All kind of coupes, come with gadgets (Yeah, yeah)

Young Gunna, he still livin' lavish (Young Gunna)

I treat these lil' hoes like some maggots (Some maggots)

They stick to the king like a magnet (A magnet)

And suck up on me, call me daddy (Call me daddy)

Slept first, I'll never forget it (They slept first)

You prolly didn't know she was with it (With it)

Now she drip from her mouth to the titties (Drippin')

Had to move, 'cause you fucked that ho silly (You fucked the ho)

Designer, that shit gon' be litty (Litty)

You a hater, why won't you admit it? (Why you won't you admit it?)

I mix pleasure with personal business (Business)

Want a verse, it's gon' cost you some Benjis (Benjis, racks)

I put them hoes in Jeremy (Hoes in Jeremy)

They tryna mow the millions (Mow, mow)

My OG was old and stingy (Ah)

Young nigga, I had to go get it (Uh, I had to go get it)

They wouldn't let me hold the fifty (Nah)

The clip put a hole in your kidney (Hole)

She play with her nose, look like Whitney (Uh)

And she hopeful for more than a penny (Penny)

Damn

I put them hoes in order

I put them hoes in order (Hoes)

I went and blowed a quarter (Blowed)

Diamonds is cold as water (Cold)

Diamonds is cold as water (Cold)

We're tryna own the border (Own the border)

Already sold her off (Yeah)

I put them hoes in order (Hoes in order)

I put them hoes in order (Hoes in order)

I went and blowed a quarter (Blowed a quarter)

Diamonds is cold as water (Cold)

Diamonds is cold as water (Cold)

We're tryna own the border

Already sold her off (Sold her off)

I put them hoes in order

I put them hoes in order

I went and blowed a quarter

Diamonds is cold as water

Diamonds is cold as water

We're tryna own the border

Already sold her off

Paper Cuts lyrics - 3ohBlack & Gunna

Renegade, renegade, renegade

[3ohBlack:]

I make it rain in this bitch, drippers mad cause I'm giving 'em paper cuts, hey

We put a bag on your head, get him knocked off, I told him don't play with us, hey

Only the gang in my house, if you ain't with the gang, you can't stay with us, hey

My money counter just broke, I was flicking my thumb, got a paper cut, hey

I make it rain in this bitch, drippers mad cause I'm giving 'em paper cuts, hey

We put a bag on your head, get him knocked off, I told him don't play with us, hey

Only the gang in my house, if you ain't with the gang, you can't stay with us, hey

My money counter just broke, I was flicking my thumb, got a paper cut, hey

Shawty feel safe with a real nigga, we in the Coupe and that stick with us

I'm bouta run out the restaurant, if you ain't gang, you can't sit with us

My poppa hit the McChicken inside of his closet, I picked it up

No, I ain't shoot it that day, but I felt like a shooter, I lifted up

Niggas, they know about 3oh, you try run up on me, that shit it ain't easy

Shawty keep sending me pictures, she got on them Vicky's, I told her don't tease me

I came a long way, believe me

Now they in line just to meet me

Slide in your block in your 'Rari, I'm in and out so quick, them niggas ain't see me

I make it rain in this bitch, drippers mad cause I'm giving 'em paper cuts, hey

We put a bag on your head, get him knocked off, I told him don't play with us, hey

Only the gang in my house, if you ain't with the gang, you can't stay with us, hey

My money counter just broke, I was flicking my thumb, got a paper cut, hey

I make it rain in this bitch, drippers mad cause I'm giving 'em paper cuts, hey

We put a bag on your head, get him knocked off, I told him don't play with us, hey

Only the gang in my house, if you ain't with the gang, you can't stay with us, hey

My money counter just broke, I was flicking my thumb, got a paper cut, hey

[Gunna:]

Hey, hey, hey, hey

My fingers got paper cuts

I sip out a dirty cup

Sticked up, these niggas can't murder us

Hard top, but it's a convertible

700 horses and we skirting up

I ain't shit like them lil' boys you heard about

We'll spin your whole block just for word-of-mouth

Rose gold on me, I'm the golden child

Walk in Neimans, I said she was smelling loud

Kill that fuckboy, don't fuck with no pedophile

I'm too high, ain't no way Gunna coming down

These ain't Nikes but I run the town

How I spend fifteen racks on a couple pounds?

How you say that's your dog, you ain't buss him down?

Make it rain and I hope don't nobody drown

[3ohBlack:]

I make it rain in this bitch, drippers mad cause I'm giving 'em paper cuts, hey

We put a bag on your head, get him knocked off, I told him don't play with us, hey

Only the gang in my house, if you ain't with the gang, you can't stay with us, hey

My money counter just broke, I was flicking my thumb, got a paper cut, hey

I make it rain in this bitch, drippers mad cause I'm giving 'em paper cuts, hey

We put a bag on your head, get him knocked off, I told him don't play with us, hey

Only the gang in my house, if you ain't with the gang, you can't stay with us, hey

My money counter just broke, I was flicking my thumb, got a paper cut, hey

Put That Shit On lyrics - Yung Booke, Bighead & Gunna

Told her to put that shit on

Told her to put that shit on

(Ayy, Manzo, we got a hit, boy)

Young Gunna, Young Gunna the one

(Ooh, Bi-Bighead on the beat)

Dark ass shades

Hater can't see in my face

Secure my vibe

Hater, get out my space

Foreign my car

Foreign my bitch okay

Big ole guns

Hitters on deck don't play

Just checking my funds

Not my words you bumping your gums

Heart froze numb

You can tell I'ma product of the motherfucking slums

Strap in my palms

Guerrilla in the street like Mighty Joe Young

Comme Des Garçon with the Rick Owens

I'ma show em how to put that shit on

I'ma show you how to put that shit on

Fashion show at Louis Vuitton

I put Dior on my Jordan 1's

Pull up Rolls Royce truck top gun

Got a nice breeze I can feel the sun

Biscotti weed coming out my lungs

Got a lot of G's I can spend it for fun

She ain't never seen a one of one

Young Gunna Young Gunna know one

He talking real tough like he never been stung

I hope that lil' boy know I came with a gun

Slimes and Shady don't back down from none

My count up is daily unlimited funds

Yung Booke Money Savage the money gone come

I still got a habit they thought I was done

Dark ass shades

Hater can't see in my face

Secure my vibe

Hater, get out my space

Foreign my car

Foreign my bitch okay

Big ole guns

Hitters on deck don't play

Just checking my funds

Not my words you bumping your gums

Heart froze numb

You can tell I'ma product of the motherfucking slums

Strap in my palms

Guerrilla in the street like Mighty Joe Young

Comme Des Garçon with the Rick Owens

I'ma show em how to put that shit on

Dark ass shades

I'ma show 'em how to put that shit on

Big rackades

I'ma show em how to put that shit on

Jumped right off the ship now I'm warm

Amiri my britches, I Dior my kicks

Ima show em how to put that shit on

Flying big G5 airborne

My bitch can't wear Liz Claiborne

Need a 600 Benz to perform

My lil' college freak like fucking in the dorm

Went to Icebox put the gang on the charm

With Gunna and I got a gun

Putting that shit on, I do that for fun

been doing that since I was young

Bussed down the Roley I'm shining on time

Wiped that boy nose he ain't know I was slime

If you ain't a dripper can't fuck with your kind

My diamonds, they blind

That's why I gotta rock

Dark ass shades

Hater can't see in my face

Secure my vibe

Hater, get out my space

Foreign my car

Foreign my bitch okay

Big ole guns

Hitters on deck don't play

Just checking my funds

Not my words you bumping your gums

Heart froze numb

You can tell I'ma product of the motherfucking slums

Strap in my palms

Guerrilla in the street like Mighty Joe Young

Comme Des Garçon with the Rick Owens

I'ma show em how to put that shit on

Quarantine Clean lyrics - Turbo, Gunna & Young Thug

(Run that back, Turbo)

Uh, uh

Yeah, I'm quarantine clean, so relaxed (Relaxed)

Got my pillows in my Benz Maybach, uh (Maybach)

Chips Ahoy, I got hoes by the batch (By the batch)

Me and the bros whippin' Rolls back to back (Back to back)

Powdered toes, body toned, waist snatched (Waist snatched)

Money long and my soul unmatched (Unmatched)

I let her roll, quickly got her attached (Attached)

And we done rose from the bottom of the map (Of the map, uh)

We done rose from the bottom of the map, yeah (Uh)

Yeah, I'm quarantine clean, so relaxed, yeah

Super clean, spiffy, yeah, out the gutter (Gutter)

Bank account got millions, yeah, commas (Commas)

Shady, slimy, baby, yeah (Slime), iguana ('Guana)

Diamonds dancin', Elliot (Yeah), yeah, pointers (Pointers)

Fuckin' up the winter, yeah, and summer (Summer)

Shawty say she want a man, yeah, Wunna (Wunna)

And she got that super head, head hunter (Hunter)

Drippin' in designer, yeah, no Timmy Turner (Nah)

Take a trip to Cabo (Yeah), I might go to Maui (Maui)

Somewhere in the clouds (Clouds), chillin' in the sky, oh (Sky, oh)

I got marble tile (Yeah), and Givenchy towels (Uh)

You do it for the clout, I make my money sprout, I'm fresher than the Dial (Yeah)

Yeah, I'm quarantine clean, so relaxed (Relaxed)

Got my pillows in my Benz Maybach, uh (Maybach)

Chips Ahoy, I got hoes by the batch (By the batch)

Me and the bros whippin' Rolls back to back (Back to back)

Powdered toes, body toned, waist snatched (Waist snatched)

Money long and my soul unmatched (Unmatched)

I let her roll, quickly got her attached (Attached)

And we done rose from the bottom of the map (Of the map, uh)

We done rose from the bottom of the map, yeah (Uh)

Yeah, I'm quarantine clean, so relaxed, yeah

I'm quarantine clean, but got a slime disease

I got hoes on they knees and not tryin' to leave

Time to floss 'cause I got money right behind my teeth

We done loaded up in this war, now I gotta hide my niece

I got my mamas in the boondocks

She livin' underground, eatin' like a caveman

She livin' underground, dressin' like a caveman

I bought my dawg a house, it's no longer vacant

Why would a disease come around when you get rich?

Seem like when you get money, rape come easy for a bitch

I skate off to the house and I just locked myself in

Seem like that's the only way niggas dodgin' the pen'

Go sit with God on Saturday, ain't got nothin' to do with my sins

I just don't wanna succeed and feel like He ain't got a damn thing to do with this

Knowin' the reason I'm up is 'cause I stayed true to this

Now I'm at the dealership, pickin' out the coupe it is

Yeah, I'm quarantine clean, so relaxed (Relaxed, yeah)

Got my pillows in my Benz Maybach, uh (Maybach)

Chips Ahoy, I got hoes by the batch (By the batch)

Me and the bros whippin' Rolls back to back (Back to back)

Powdered toes, body toned, waist snatched (Waist snatched)

Money long and my soul unmatched (Unmatched)

I let her roll, quickly got her attached (Attached)

And we done rose from the bottom of the map (Of the map, uh)

We done rose from the bottom of the map, yeah (Uh)

Yeah, I'm quarantine clean, so relaxed, yeah

(Makers)

We done rose from the bottom of the map, yeah

Yeah, I'm quarantine clean, so relaxed

REPEAT IT lyrics - Lil Tecca & Gunna

I'm in New York, where it be cold

Look at my neck 'cause it's iced out

I'm in the field, we goin' up

Told them to cut all the lights out

You want a problem?

You better think about it 'cause that come with a price now

I get a go, I do not think about it, I don't go with the hype style

Yeah, you want a problem?

Lil' bitch I ain't involved

Everything that we talk 'bout still left unresolved

Baby you was just the one playin' that's how I recall it

If I look through these Cartier frames, I don't even see love

Stayin' up I get no rest, rest, rest, rest, don't gotta sleep, yeah

Fuckin' with bitches the best, best, best, best, shawty conceited

Fuck with the gang and you dead, dead, dead, dead, you should've seen this

Put some dollars on your head, head, head, head, then I repeat it

Diamonds wet, everywhere I go my diamonds cold, yeah

Line em up, we could turn them into dominos, yeah

Riding in the Benz, drop the top and now my hair in the wind, yeah

She at it again, I'm at it again, we at it again

Real shooters they gon' do what it takes

Ski masks they ain't showing a face

No FaceTime that might come with a case

Got no time making minimum wage

Going hard you see me out of state

Took her home and now she want to stay

Said she mine, for tonight it's okay

We at it again, we at it again

I'm in New York, where it be cold

Look at my neck 'cause it's iced out

I'm in the field, we goin' up

Told them to cut all the lights out

You want a problem?

You better think about it 'cause that come with a price now

I get a go, I do not think about it, I don't go with the hype style

Yeah, you want a problem?

Lil' bitch I ain't involved

Everything that we talk 'bout still left unresolved

Baby you was just the one playin' that's how I recall it

If I look through these Cartier frames, I don't even see love

Stayin' up I get no rest, rest, rest, rest, don't gotta sleep, yeah

Fuckin' with bitches the best, best, best, best, shawty conceited

Fuck with the gang and you dead, dead, dead, dead, you should've seen this

Put some dollars on your head, head, head, head, then I repeat it

Still eatin' I can't even spell drop

It's been a long time I swear to God

I could remember we sleep in the trap house

We shop in New York, we shop in Miami

In Vegas we gamble and cash out

These rappers play tough but we always ready

And don't really see what the cap 'bout

Put some money on your head, head, head, head I feel heartless

Guess and the Rolex on this new bitch, oh my darlin'

Tell promoters send the check and the jet, yeah, I don't bargain

Gunna taught you how to dress, nigga say less drippin' out heartless

I'm in New York, where it be cold

Look at my neck 'cause it's iced out

I'm in the field, we goin' up

Told them to cut all the lights out

You want a problem?

You better think about it 'cause that come with a price now

I get a go, I do not think about it, I don't go with the hype style

Yeah, you want a problem?

Lil' bitch I ain't involved

Everything that we talk 'bout still left unresolved

Baby you was just the one playin' that's how I recall it

If I look through these Cartier frames, I don't even see love

Stayin' up I get no rest, rest, rest, rest, don't gotta sleep, yeah

Fuckin' with bitches the best, best, best, best, shawty conceited

Fuck with the gang and you dead, dead, dead, dead, you should've seen this

Put some dollars on your head, head, head, head, then I repeat it

Rich Bitch lyrics - Gunna

I need a rich bitch

I bought a red ‘vette

She give me that head, sex

These's VVS, yes

I popped a X, yes

Still ain't no yes-man (nah)

And that's yo best bet (best bet)

Put my crew on a big jet

I got gold like a treasure chest

I can't hold up my pants & bands

Only here for these Benjamins

These fuck niggas didn't lend a hand

Do this shit for my fam and friends

Saving all of these presidents (yeah)

I just told Richie; we rich

I got Metro in this bitch

I see Lil Durk in this bitch

Pop me a perc, take a sip

I'm glad that we made it, we here

TM88 with the drip

We make them blue faces appear

Had to kill ‘em, my bad my nigga

I'm just gettin' in my bag my nigga

Calculating and adding these figures (mmm)

My lil' bitch bad and attentive

I told PR to pass the skittles

I just popped me a half, my nigga (mmm)

That's my partner, my slime, my nigga

I locked in with my kind my nigga

I ain't have to go out, I hit her

They gone pull up and ride

Yo bitch keep on eyeing a nigga

I can't stop her from liking these pictures

I hope all of my bitches get richer

I need a rich bitch

I bought a red ‘vette

She give me that head, sex

These's VVS, yes

I popped a X, yes

Still ain't no yes-man (nah)

And that's yo best bet (best bet)

Put my crew on a big jet

I got gold like a treasure chest

I can't hold up my pants & bands

Only here for these Benjamins

These fuck niggas didn't lend a hand

Do this shit for my fam and friends

Saving all of these presidents (yeah)

Ima valet to Fifth's

I want the latest drip

I got a Draco in here

Lil nigga, don't play

Ima let Dre fuck yo bitch

I run with Lil Bouf in the 6

We gone do this for Troup til the end (ay)

You gone spray it? Then spray my nigga

We gone pull up with Ks, extensions

You gone work and get paid my nigga

I just witness, you payed attention

Had to go make my own decision

I didn't do this for no attention

I just wanted to see more of these benjis

(Mm)

I was down to my last and spent it

Now it's small shopping bags and Fendi

Take it off for a glass of henny

Fuck your ho, give her back

YSL can't stop bagging these bitches

Like we switched from the gas to the midget

Gunna havin' these hoes like Hendrix

I need a rich bitch

I bought a red ‘vette

She give me that head, sex

These's VVS, yes

I popped a X, yes

Still ain't no yes-man (nah)

And that's yo best bet (best bet)

Put my crew on a big jet

I got gold like a treasure chest

I can't hold up my pants & bands

Only here for these Benjamins

These fuck niggas didn't lend a hand

Do this shit for my fam and friends

Saving all of these presidents (yeah)

Sold Out Dates lyrics - Gunna (feat. Lil Baby)

[Gunna:]

Yeah, yeah

Young, young, young Gunna, yeah

Run that back Turbo

Baby, sold out dates, cash every day

I got you Hermes, I love that blue race

It's cheetah my pack, the condo a cage

Addicted to sex, I gotta get laid

My jacket Off-White, I don't mean that it's Bape

I clean up real nice, I don't got a maid

Her apron at night, I'm still rockin' Bape

Live on paradise, I don't see the shade

'Nother backend, I'm back on the road

Flooded Patek, paid off a show

Drippin' this rare, more this Vlone

Hoes by the pair, I'm never alone

Sleep on the Lear, Comme des Garçons

Eight in a two, and let it dissolve

Balmain my dinner, young Gun wanna ball

Rock the whole concert and hopped in a frog

My foreign's a toy, I'm still a kid

Ten K this year for Coachella, it's lit

Bro got umbrellas to cover her wig

Open sale money, left them in a trench

Lightning bolt diamonds 'cause I move with Vince

We strapped like a lineman, I really got rich

Some more fancy yellow diamonds in my piss

Don't get it confused, I'm still bangin' the six

New Cartier, Gunna outdone

Niggas tryna soak up the drip like a sponge

Hatred's contagious, I keep me a gun

I'm focused on makin' an M in a month

Baby order twenty thousand in ones

Walk in and buy, I'm not asking how much

Red on the bottom, you need to catch up

Can't stick to these droppin', I need me a dub

Sold out dates, cash every day

I got you Hermes, I love that blue race

It's cheetah my pack, the condo a cage

Addicted to sex, I gotta get laid

My jacket Off-White, I don't mean that it's Bape

I clean up real nice, I don't got a maid

Her apron at night, I'm still rockin' Bape

Live on paradise, I don't see the shade

[Lil Baby:]

Me and young Gunna back at it again

We just in New York, double datin' with twins

I just bought a Wraith, I retired the Benz

I fired my bitch and I hired her friend

I see all the hate through these Cartier lens

Every two months I done put up an M

My dog caught a body, they got it on film

He still rockin' Gucci watches in the pen

Take a trip 'round the globe then we do it again

Got 'em watchin' my drip, guess I'm settin' the trend

Louis backpack, hit the jet and I'm gone

I don't post what I do 'cause these niggas be clone

See these diamonds they hittin', these VVS stones

Got a championship ring, I just brought it home

FN is plastic, them bullets like pellets

This Givenchy jacket, this ain't Pelle Pelle

Sold out dates, you know I don't play

That last aim wasn't straight, got no time for breaks

On they neck 'til it breaks, ain't pushin' no brakes

I got on two watches, I still come in late

It feel like my birthday, I'm gettin' this cake

I pop like I got it, I'm holdin' my weight

I control the projects, I'm pushin' this weight

I'm sippin' this sizzurp, I pour me an eight

[Gunna:]

Sold out dates, cash every day

I got you Hermes, I love that blue race

It's cheetah my pack, the condo a cage

Addicted to sex, I gotta get laid

My jacket Off-White, I don't mean that it's Bape

I clean up real nice, I don't got a maid

Her apron at night, I'm still rockin' Bape

Live on paradise, I don't see the shade

Space Cadet lyrics - Metro Boomin (feat. Gunna)

[Gunna:]

Yeah, ooh

Metro on these

Boominati wave, uh

(We've done it with robotic arm on the space shuttle

We've done it with direct launch of modules)

Prepare for lightspeed

Bought a spaceship, now I'm a space cadet (Space cadet)

Big white mansion in my habitat (Habitat)

Aim a lot of sticks like it's laser tag (Laser tag)

Fuck a rich bitch, havin' rich sex (Rich sex)

Smoke a lot of trees, need a weed plant (Weed plant)

Addicted to codeine, where the lean at? (Where the lean at?)

Sleepin' on these G's, it's a beanbag (Beanbag)

Got Rick Owen jeans, cost a cool rack (Cool rack)

Check came from my fans, life is fantastic (Fantastic)

I was broke as hell, sleepin' on the mattress (On the mattress)

I felt like it's Hell, wasn't nobody happy

Hot shells droppin' out the semi-automatic (Hot shells)

Ran it up, bought a condo, got a new addy (Ran it up)

Got the VVs with a Vlone jean jacket (VVs)

They can't see me, even if you had 3D glasses (3D glasses)

Bad bitch in the bikini, she from Calabasas (Calabasas)

Got a pocket full of bleu cheese and some green relish

I'm a psycho for these hundreds, got a cash fetish (Cash fetish)

I've been studyin' these hundreds, I'm a mathematic

And this love make me wanna buy my dad a Caddy

'Cause the love got me geeked up, I don't need an Addy

Dracos let these niggas know we war-ready ('Cause)

Expensive clothes on my bitches, we ain't ball-cappin'

Alien, feel like I'm livin' on my own planet

Bought a spaceship, now I'm a space cadet (Space cadet)

Big white mansion in my habitat (Habitat)

Aim a lot of sticks like it's laser tag (Laser tag)

Fuck a rich bitch, havin' rich sex (Rich sex)

Smoke a lot of trees, need a weed plant (Weed plant)

Addicted to codeine, where the lean at? (Where the lean at?)

Sleepin' on these G's, it's a beanbag (Beanbag)

Got Rick Owen jeans, cost a cool rack (Cool rack)

Chanel shoes overseas, they was patent leather

Shop in Tokyo, Japan, they the best ever

Blueberry t-shirt, sleeve on leather

Hard-top turn the vert, ride in any weather

You ain't gotta bend down, this ain't the propeller

Me and Wheezy spent a dime coppin' Gucci sweaters

Steady drippin', nigga drownin', I cannot help him

It's the Boominati, guys, we are not the devil (Boominati)

Got Columbia and ties out in Mexico (Mexico)

Wash the Benz a hundred times, still smell dope (Smell dope)

Got some pain we feel, apply and feel like velcro

A bitch fine and love shoppin' at Rodeo (Yeah)

I be iffy, don't want cop if it's a day old

Ain't stingy, my bro Gunna get a payroll

I just want the pretty women and the pesos

I can only hear the engine in this Lambo

Bought a spaceship, now I'm a space cadet (Space cadet)

Big white mansion in my habitat (Habitat)

Aim a lot of sticks like it's laser tag (Laser tag)

Fuck a rich bitch, havin' rich sex (Rich sex)

Smoke a lot of trees, need a weed plant (Weed plant)

Addicted to codeine, where the lean at? (Where the lean at?)

Sleepin' on these G's, it's a beanbag (Beanbag)

Got Rick Owen jeans, cost a cool rack (Cool rack)

Bought a spaceship, now I'm a space cadet (Space cadet)

Big white mansion in my habitat (Habitat)

Aim a lot of sticks like it's laser tag (Laser tag)

Fuck a rich bitch, havin' rich sex (Rich sex)

Smoke a lot of trees, need a weed plant (Weed plant)

Addicted to codeine, where the lean at? (Where the lean at?)

Sleepin' on these G's, it's a beanbag (Beanbag)

Got Rick Owen jeans, cost a cool rack (Cool rack)

[Travis Scott & Gunna:]

Ooh, ooh

Yeah

No, no

(New coupe, I'm a space cadet, yeah)

No, no

(Metro bought me two Pateks, ooh)

No, no

(Is it drippin'? Got a nigga wet, hmm)

No, no

(You on the Boominati wave)

Stackin It lyrics - Nechie & Gunna

[Intro:]

Wheezy outta here

Run that back, Turbo

Yeah

[Gunna:]

I'm wreckin' it

Straight to the top, ain't no cappin' it

We livin' life, that's extravagant (Extravagant)

Poor high-class nigga, ain't average (Nah)

Burnin' these trees like they calories (Burn)

Plaques in my crib like a gallery (Plaque)

Doggin' these hoes, I eat Pedigree (Grr)

My necklace negative four degrees (Four degrees)

My new Cuban links weigh a whole thing (Ah)

Yeah, my necklace negative four degrees (Four)

Sky-dweller look like a trophy

And my braces get caught in my damn sleep (Damn sleep)

Rick Owens, these ain't no damn Amiris (Nah)

Just to book me might cost you a Lamb' fee

Paint her walls, tell her go pop a plan B (Yeah)

Broke the curse and put M's in my family (Yeah)

I'm back in it (Back in it)

Me and Young Nechie is back in it (Back in it)

Straight off the beat, Gunna rappin' it (Rappin' it)

Used to have bands and they cappin' it (Yeah)

Stars in the ceiling, they galaxy (Stars)

Bitches with different nationalities (Woah)

You fuck niggas 'cause a commodity

Shoot him up, leave his body on [?] (Huh)

Wasn't the type to be born in that life

But still got me some stripes like a referee (Referee)

I was still holdin' on but they thought I was off

When I took that lil' loss, they weren't there for me (Weren't there for me)

I bossed up myself and I bossed up my niggas (Boss)

Now look at they ice (Ice), it got clarity (Ice)

I was broke as a bitch but I went and got rich (Yeah, yeah)

Now my kids gon' have Ms, they inherit it (Inherit it)

Finesse (Finesse), ain't breaking no sweat

I went got a check and I married it (Check)

Oh, yes, oh, yes, I'm flexin' the best (Oh, yes)

My Bugatti broad, she got glass in it

I'm mixin' this Wock', I'm sippin' this TEC

They came straight from Indianapolis

I land in D.C. and pull up at Bliss

Then pick up a backend in Maryland

I'm wreckin' it

Straight to the top, ain't no cappin' it

We livin' life, that's extravagant (Extravagant)

Poor high-class nigga, ain't average (Nah)

Burnin' these trees like they calories (Burn)

Plaques in my crib like a gallery (Plaque)

Doggin' these hoes, I eat Pedigree (Grr)

My necklace negative four degrees (Four degrees)

My new Cuban links weigh a whole thing (Ah)

Yeah, my necklace negative four degrees (Four)

Sky-dweller look like a trophy

And my braces get caught in my damn sleep (Damn sleep)

Rick Owens, these ain't no damn Amiris (Nah)

Just to book me might cost you a Lamb' fee

Paint her walls, tell her go pop a plan B (Yeah)

Broke the curse and put M's in my family (Yeah)

[Nechie:]

Bitch, I'm a big star (Yeah)

.30 loaded, I'ma big [?] (Yeah, yeah)

Flawless my diamonds, my wristwatch (Yeah)

I might pull on 'em with twin rods, oh yeah

I'll knock 'em off if you get in the street

Teach a nigga just for playin' with me (Yeah)

Ain't no cappin' it

Stackin' my money, I'm trappin' it

I bought that bitch body, bitch, I'm a king like big [?]

Your bitch a fiend, yeah, she dig [?]

I gave her dick, she a dick junky

That's a fool, switcheroo

Runnin' your mouth just like bitches do

Hop out with sticks, nigga, peek-a-boo

Cut him like motherfuckin' scissors do

Put that boy right in the blender

Catch your bitch and just watch how I bend her

Don't do the dates and the dinner, boo

I give you something to remember, boo

I slide my dick [?]

Bitch, I'm a savage, animal

Your bitch eat dick, she a cannibal

Nechie, Nechie, so [?], bet you havin' it

[Gunna:]

I'm wreckin' it

Straight to the top, ain't no cappin' it

We livin' life, that's extravagant (Extravagant)

Poor high-class nigga, ain't average (Nah)

Burnin' these trees like they calories (Burn)

Plaques in my crib like a gallery (Plaque)

Doggin' these hoes, I eat Pedigree (Grr)

My necklace negative four degrees (Four degrees)

My new Cuban links weigh a whole thing (Ah)

Yeah, my necklace negative four degrees (Four)

Sky-dweller look like a trophy

And my braces get caught in my damn sleep (Damn sleep)

Rick Owens, these ain't no damn Amiris (Nah)

Just to book me might cost you a Lamb' fee

Paint her walls, tell her go pop a plan B (Yeah)

Broke the curse and put M's in my family (Yeah)

THIS YEAR (Blessings) (Remix) lyrics - Victor Thompson & Gunna (feat. Ehis 'D' Greatest)

Everything I've been wanting

Manifesting for my life

Everything you've been wanting

Manifesting for your life

Everything I've been wanting

Manifesting for my life

Everything you've been wanting

Manifesting for your life

Oh-ooh, oh, oh

Ooh, oh, oh

Yeah (La-da-da-da-da, la-da-da-da-da-da), yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

This year, blessing

Money, testimony

Go, dey follow, follow

Follow, follow

Follow, follow, follow you dey go

This year, good news

Jaiye, plenty balling

Go, dey follow, follow

Follow, follow, follow, follow

Follow, follow, follow you dey go

Everything I've been wanting

Manifesting for my life

Everything you've been wanting

Manifesting for your life

Everything you've been wanting

Manifesting for your life

Everything you've been wanting

Manifesting for your life

No stress, much less

Start from nothing (Nothing)

Life's hard, still blessed

Whole walking testimony (Walking testimony)

Feel lost, still blessed (Still blessed)

I stretch, touch the money (The money)

Go, dey follow, follow

Follow, follow, follow, follow

And say, "Young GunWunna is the G.O.A.T." (say, "Young GunWunna is the G.O.A.T.")

Planted me a seed and watched it grow

Travel overseas, across the globe

Grinding to survive is all I know, oh (Oh)

Manifesting, reaching all my goals

Talked to God, it's out of my control

I will never, ever sell my soul, oh

Everything you've been wanting

Manifesting for your life

Everything you've been wanting

Manifesting for your life

Everything you've been wanting (La-da-da-da-da-da-da)

Manifesting for your life

Everything I've been wanting (La-da-da-da-da-da-da)

Manifesting for my life

Everything you've been wanting

Manifesting for your life

This year, blessings

Money, testimony

Go, dey follow, follow

Follow, follow

Follow, follow, follow, you dey go

This year, good news

Jaiye, plenty money

Go, dey follow, follow

Follow, follow

Follow, follow, follow you dey go

TO THE MOON (Gunna Remix) lyrics - Jnr Choi & Gunna

Sit by myself

Talking to the moon

Teh, ha, pull up the ting, gon' turn up

Teh, ha, yeah, yeah (Tryna get to you)

Teh, ha, ha, pull up the ting, gon' turn up

Teh, ha, yeah, yeah (Tryna get to you), teh, teh, teh

Pull up the ting, gon' turn up

(Brr, bo-bo-bo, bo-bo-bo, bo-bo-bo; tryna get to you)

Yeah, yeah, pull up the ting, gon' turn up

(Doo-doo-doo-doo) Yeah (Tryna get to you)

Uh-huh, slatt, pull up, the P's gon' turn up

Smoke out the P, Biscotti weed, I burn up

Real flesh on me, I bought her the brand new Rover

I get in that jeans, wet water like Pepsi-Cola

Ah-ah, I got an old cougar

Fine brown, give me that brown sugar

Thom Browne, drip in your town, hold up

Gunna got now, we make the world turn up

Pull up the ting, gon' turn up

Cashmere turtle, yeah, I finna her girdle

My baby a flirter, I let her get away with murder

Just like the front burner, I ain't got no scrubs in my circle

Teh, ha, pull up the ting, gon' turn up

Teh, ha, yeah, yeah (Tryna get to you)

Teh, ha, ha, pull up the ting, gon' turn up

Teh, ha, yeah, yeah (Tryna get to you), teh, teh, teh

Pull up the ting, gon' turn up

(Brr, bo-bo-bo, bo-bo-bo, bo-bo-bo; tryna get to you)

Yeah, yeah, pull up the ting, gon' turn up

(Doo-doo-doo-doo) Yeah (Tryna get to you)

Huh, fly to France and we can spend time in the Louvre

Magical time with you

Jump in the coupe, then take a flight back to [?]

Part of the side on my boots

I got baddies on mind, been in love since I dropped moods

I fuck my bitches in twos

I got plan on my line

How the fuck can I lose? If I won't come out my shoes

Jacket Moncler, in my town I'm pushin' that P

I'm out, send forty for the fee

Might just cop a bando by the sea

I spend another month in LA

Just a fucked a French bitch from the bay

And from Senegal, je ne parles pas le Français, yeah-yey

Teh, ha, pull up the ting, gon' turn up

Teh, ha, yeah, yeah (Tryna get to you)

Teh, ha, ha, pull up the ting, gon' turn up

Teh, ha, yeah, yeah (Tryna get to you), teh, teh, teh

Pull up the ting, gon' turn up

(Brr, bo-bo-bo, bo-bo-bo, bo-bo-bo; tryna get to you)

Yeah, yeah, pull up the ting, gon' turn up

(Doo-doo-doo-doo) Yeah (Tryna get to you)

Turks lyrics - NAV & Gunna (feat. Travis Scott)

[Future:]

(Wheezy outta here)

[NAV:]

I'm a late bloomer, third year on the scene

Twenty racks don't feel like nothin' to me

Came from the streets, it turned me to a beast

Invisible set, diamonds huggin' my piece

Book me for a show, I need eighty at least

I want the smoke, ain't no keepin' the peace

Keep me a razor when I'm in the East

Open 'em up just like a surgery

Everything burnin' around me, I'm lit

Show a lil' attitude, swap out the bitch

I spent two-fifty, don't know where it went

My hood on my back, I gotta represent

Toronto, you useless, you don't got a pole

Warm that boy up, he got shot in the cold

Thirty rounds in the clip, let it unload

I fuck the bitch I picked right out of Vogue

Took twenty bitches on my first vacay

I ain't pickin' up, I'm in Turks, lil' baby

Every other watch got diamonds in the face

Pullin' out, ask to take a taste, lil' baby

Pullin' out fifty racks, walkin' out of Chase

If I drop dead, I'll be hard to replace

Hardly get thirsty, got water like a lake

My brother got locked, another bond I gotta pay

[Gunna {Future}:]

Trappin' on the block, I'd never serve a cop

I always kept a Glock, I ain't 'bout to see the grave ('Bout to see the grave)

Pull up, I'll make a quick stop (Yeah)

I shop one stop, I'm high for seven days (High for seven days)

Who is that lil' nigga icy hoppin' out a Wraith? (Hoppin' out a Wraith?)

Chopper get it choppin' like a blade (Chop)

You ain't get no money but you poppin' on your page (Poppin' on your page)

Trust me, we could never be the same (Never be the same)

You know I like to flirt, no skirts in Turks (Yeah)

I'm puttin' in work, I beat her out the frame (Beat her out the frame) {Wheezy outta here}

She sweet, I was movin' off a Perc'

I bought her a Birk' and a birthday cake (Birthday cake)

Line his ass up like a barber do the fade (Barber do the fade)

Fed your ho crêpes and grapes

Cash told me, "Wait, it's a billion on the way" (Billion on the way)

We just split a billi' with the gang

[NAV:]

Took twenty bitches on my first vacay

I ain't pickin' up, I'm in Turks, lil' baby

Every other watch got diamonds in the face

Pullin' out, ask to take a taste, lil' baby

Pullin' out fifty racks, walkin' out of Chase

If I drop dead, I'll be hard to replace

Hardly get thirsty, got water like a lake

My brother got locked, another bond I gotta pay

[Travis Scott:]

First time in Turks, had a whole bunch of work

Had to bring two jets, had a whole lot of babes (Yeah)

I first take a game-changin' verse

Swear the change gon' hurt, but it really ain't a game (Yeah)

Shawty like to twerk, I bring the rage (Yeah)

Really get to trippin' on the stage

Never ever let 'em see the man unless they pay (Alright)

Niggas havin' beef, I hope they pray

Cactus Jack me up and down, head to toe

Make sure the ones you with on go

Make sure the ones you with is with it

Make sure the ones you with, ah (Yeah)

She need a quick tan, come to Turks with the G's (Yeah)

Work for that body, need more than degrees

Fillin' her nose with some shit I can ski with

Say this her first time, it's hard to believe

[NAV:]

Took twenty bitches on my first vacay

I ain't pickin' up, I'm in Turks, lil' baby

Every other watch got diamonds in the face

Pullin' out, ask to take a taste, lil' baby

Pullin' out fifty racks, walkin' out of Chase

If I drop dead, I'll be hard to replace

Hardly get thirsty, got water like a lake

My brother got locked, another bond I gotta pay

Valentino lyrics - Gunna (feat. Lil Uzi Vert)

If young Metro don't trust you I'm gon' shoot you

Yeah

[Gunna:]

She thicker than Hannah Montana

I fuck on that bitch with a Gucci bandana

2018 the Porsche Panamara

I got some racks on me, bitch, ain't no scammer (Racks)

She let me dig in her gut like an animal (Damn)

I drop a deuce and a four in the Fanta (Mud)

Mister Young Gunna, I came from Atlanta (Yup)

I been drippin' shit, you gon' need an umbrella, yeah, yeah, yeah

Marc Jacob Jacket, this expensive leather

The syrup and the percs got me floatin' like a feather (Floatin')

Broke that hoe heart and didn't write her no letter

I'ma go hard, feel like I be gettin' better

And that Goyard, 'bout to fill it with cheddar (Racks)

I don't want talk, bitch, don't give me no lecture (Nah)

Bitch, I'm a boss and you know I can't let up

Yeah

I can only do it for a profit (Yeah)

Only hit the bank for deposit (Oh)

Racks and designer my wallet (Oh)

Some bad bitches waiting in the lobby (Lobby)

Takin' off on these lames like a rocket (Rocket)

Gettin' cash ain't a thing, it's a hobby (Hobby)

Valentino all over my body (Body)

[Lil Uzi Vert:]

Like ooh, don't wanna talk, ooh

Lil' bitch, just give me them jaws (Hello), ooh

Told her I don't wanna stall, ooh

Now lick the tip and lick the balls, ooh

In front of your friends, I said pause, ooh (Yeah, uh)

In front of your bitch I said uh, vroom (Ayy)

Gunna and I back to back with the drops

So many diamonds, I flooded the rocks (Skrrt)

Gucci my sweater and Gucci my socks (Socks)

The guap, it won't stop, Maison my flip flop

Boy, you need to stop, you wifin' that thot

Your bitch play hopscotch, yeah, with my whole squad

Got boys on the block that whippin' the pot

Don't wanna talk money, I get that a lot

That bitch that you with, boy, I hit that a lot (Yeah)

She got a lick that gon' stick to the car (Yeah)

Ooh, ooh, put it in her spine

Ooh, suck it up, make her go blind (Ooh)

Ooh, ooh, smokin' on pine

Ooh, my lil' bitch so fine

Ooh, ooh, favorite color lime

Oops, my bad, favorite color slime (Slatt)

Woah, had to let go of my bad bitch, yeah

But I still never dropped a dime (Slatt)

Had to downgrade to a nine (Ooh)

My new bitch on a 30

Shot a fuck nigga, then act like I'm blind

Dumbass nigga, yeah, better read the signs

Dud ass nigga, better not cross the line

Pull up with my niggas and none of 'em kind

Pull up with your niggas and none of 'em ride

Pull up that SLS, doors suicide

Ride in my Hellcat, blue Benji diet

Paramore rockstar, let's have a riot

Nowadays I'm the man, I try to fight it (Yeah)

Ain't touch her, she wet, man, that girl too excited (What?)

She gave me top, the cum made me silent

She gave me brain, turn me to a psychic (Lil Uzi, yeah)

[Gunna:]

Yeah

I can only do it for a profit (Yeah)

Only hit the bank for deposit (Oh)

Racks and designer my wallet (Yeah)

Some bad bitches waitin' in the lobby (Lobby)

Takin' off on these lames like a rocket (Rocket)

Gettin' cash ain't a thing, it's a hobby (Hobby)

Valentino all over my body (Body)

Vibes In LA lyrics - Gunna & Moneybagg Yo

[MoneyBagg Yo:]

Ugh, yeah

YSL gang gang, you know what I'm sayin'

Ayy Gunna

I'm out here in Cali nigga, I'm feeling like you

[Gunna:]

Yeah, I got vibes in LA

Dimes in the bank

I keep rising the hate

Put blue stars in the Wraith

Two new cars, ain't no space

Do some wood, pop some Ace

Get to running, we can race

Used to starve 'til I ate

Yellow diamonds, I got clean piss

Perfect timing, a ice cream wrist

Risk your life for, for a beam miss

This bitch from England, don't know no English

I don't pay no mind to no sneak diss

Told the label I can't sign for no cheap trick

My block play with them pounds, shit like recess

Lot of chopper guns and F&N's and kill TECs

I'm sitting way back, in the back of that Maybach

Gold Rollie I paid cash, two tone for my main man

YSL we made it

Hit the gas, no brakes

I'ma speed up the Wraith

Young Gunna gettin' paid

Big house with a gate

Better save your money

I hope you don't have to find out the hard way

Take a loss and get it crackin', broad day

We just been gettin' rich relaxing, parlayin'

I put a bad bitch on Broadway

Tryna cop a mansion like Bill Gates

Count so many of them blue hundreds they feel fake

Cut that dope up just like Benihana's with no wait

Yeah, I got vibes in LA

Dimes in the bank

I keep rising the hate

Put blue stars in the Wraith

Two new cars, ain't no space

Do some wood, pop some Ace

Get to running, we can race

Used to starve 'til I ate

[MoneyBagg Yo:]

I go fed, you go state

Goin' to trial 'bout my case

I got bitches in the bay

Diamonds hit so hard they look fake

Hell naw, my shit came straight from icebox

I'm in Cali in the hills, with some hitters in a tanktop

Blindfold, I just counted a hundred grand with my eyes closed

Coming for a nigga like me, fuck 'round get exposed

This draco hold a hundred, they gon' aim it at your nose, nose

Keep that worrisome bitch out my place

Tom Anderson, give me my space

Promoter hit the line and he said he got a play

Told his ass 40K, lock it in I'm on my way, hey

[Gunna:]

Yeah, I got vibes in LA

Dimes in the bank

I keep rising the hate

Put blue stars in the Wraith

Two new cars, ain't no space

Do some wood, pop some Ace

Get to running, we can race

Used to starve 'til I ate

Yeah, I got vibes in LA

Dimes in the bank

I keep rising the hate

Put blue stars in the Wraith

Two new cars, ain't no space

Do some wood, pop some Ace

Get to running, we can race

Used to starve 'til I ate