H.E.R ft. YBN Cordae – Racks + lyrics

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Hot off their performance at the BET Awards, H.E.R. and YBN Cordae deliver their powerful new collaboration “Racks.”

The stirring tune was previously announced by the Grammy winning singer earlier in June, and serves as H.E.R.‘s first single release of 2019. 

Download, listen and be sure to drop your comments about this inspiring song in the comment section below. Enjoy!

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DOWNLOAD MP3: H.E.R – “Racks” ft. YBN Cordae

Racks lyrics

[Intro]
Ah, ah

[Verse 1: H.E.R.]
Money, help me get by, it don’t matter if I-
Caught myself expensive things, buy myself a diamond ring
Married to the mula, still ain’t got no lover
Lookin’ all I see is green, wonder can you buy me these?

[Pre-Chorus: H.E.R. & YBN Cordae]
It’s hard to trust the things that we lust
No fallin’ in love, we so out of touch
When no one’s around, who’s holdin’ you down?
It seems like the only thing you know is

[Chorus: H.E.R. & YBN Cordae]
All of your racks and things (Racks)
All of your racks and things (All of your racks)
They don’t relax your pain
Yeah, yeah, yeah
All of your racks and things (Racks)
All of your racks and things (All of your racks)
They don’t relax your pain
Yeah, yeah, yeah
All of your racks and things (Racks)
All of your racks and things (All of your racks)
They don’t relax your pain
Yeah, yeah, yeah
All of your racks and things (Racks)
All of your racks and things (All of your racks)
They don’t relax your pain
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: H.E.R.]
They don’t understand, they don’t know how to get the stacks up
If I drop a hundred bands, I’ma get it right back up
And if I fall it don’t matter, I’ma ball get the bag, yeah
Spend it all when I’m sad, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: H.E.R. & YBN Cordae]
It’s hard to trust the things that we lust
No fallin’ in love, we so out of touch (Touch)
When no one’s around, who’s holdin’ you down?
It seems like the only thing you know is

[Chorus: H.E.R. & YBN Cordae]
All of your racks and things (Racks)
All of your racks and things (All of your racks)
They don’t relax your pain
Yeah, yeah, yeah
All of your racks and things (Racks)
All of your racks and things (All of your racks)
They don’t relax your pain
Yeah, yeah, yeah
All of your racks and things (Racks)
All of your racks and things (All of your racks)
They don’t relax your pain
Yeah, yeah, yeah
All of your racks and things (Racks)
All of your racks and things (All of your racks)
They don’t relax your pain
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 3: YBN Cordae]
Uh, uh
Now you know a young nigga got them racks up on me
I can introduce you to my rapper homies
But I ain’t gon’ take you to the matrimony
Probably gon’ leave you down, sad and lonely
My infatuation with these bags I’m facin’
Got a couple dollars so congratulations
Tryna find love, so I’m navigatin’
Shower you with gifts, oversaturation
But I can’t seem to find love without the ratchet shit
This gold dream of mine, why am I attached to this?
But happiness is when you glad in bliss
And the cash and shit is a catalyst
To cover up the pain, that’s hazardous
The trouble, lust, and fame is attackin’ quick
Oh my God

[Chorus: H.E.R. & YBN Cordae]
All of your racks and things (Racks)
All of your racks and things (All of your racks)
They don’t relax your pain
Yeah, yeah, yeah
All of your racks and things (Racks)
All of your racks and things (All of your racks)
They don’t relax your pain
Yeah, yeah, yeah
All of your racks and things (Racks)
All of your racks and things (All of your racks)
They don’t relax your pain
Yeah, yeah, yeah
All of your racks and things (Racks)
All of your racks and things (All of your racks)
They don’t relax your pain
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Trina ft. Nicki Minaj – BAPS + lyrics

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“BAPS,” which stands for Bad Ass Pretty Sagittarians, is the highly-anticipated collaboration between rappers Trina and Nicki Minaj, from Trina’s sixth studio album The One.

Download, listen and be sure to share your comments in the section below. Enjoy!

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BAPS lyrics

[Intro: Trina & Nicki Minaj]
(Audio)
Ayo, Trina! You ready?
Ayy, Nic’! Let’s get ’em! Yeah
Light the blunt

[Verse 1: Trina]
This is for French Montana, Tory Lanez and friends
J. Harden, and you, too, Mr. Martin
I curved y’all boys (No disrespect to y’all boys)
Yeah, I curved y’all boys (No disrespect to y’all boys)
And to my niggas with bitches that like causin’ drama
Me and my bad bitches, we like “Fuck his baby mama”
He cop me them Chanel bags, them diamonds VVS
You see this 500 million dollar mansion that’s wrapped ’round my neck

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
This is for the ones who happily always toppin’ me sloppily
If your money Monopoly, I ain’t fuckin’ you properly (No)
He been tryin’ the liquor, taste like a strawberry daiquiri
The interior chicken and the exterior broccoli
When I come through in that Range Rov’, the Barbie chain glow
Keep a baddie with me and we curve ’em like a rainbow
Rockin’ ice grills like some serious bitches (Let’s go)
It’s the Barbie and the baddest, Sagittarius bitches

Chorus: Juvenile]
Give me a project bitch
Give me a hood rat chick
One that don’t give a fuck
And say she took that dick
Give me a project chick
Give me a hood rat bitch
One that don’t give a fuck
And say she took that dick

[Verse 3: Trina]
I know a dude named Wayne that I used to fuck
I slid on him, got a check, then I was off in that truck
Ferrari photo, hit the gas, left foot on the clutch
Countin’ money bags, shit, I been bossin’ up

[Verse 4: Nicki Minaj]
I know this ball player that I been wantin’ to fuck
I deal with rich niggas and all of them give it up (Uh-huh)
Project bitches, ass fatter than the rest of them (Yeah)
Bitches so bad, got him cuffin’ and arrestin’ ’em (Oop)
Yeah, he shoots dice (Okay), his coupes is nice (Uh-huh)
I be playin’ with his balls (Why?), ’cause hoops is life (Okay)
Got a New York nigga, Miami nigga
Always yellin’ “gang gang” with the hammer, nigga
I got a ass eatin’ pro (Oh), he’s suckin’ my toes (Yeah)
Got a bitch bussin’ off like calico (Haha)
I got a beggin’-ass dude, want me to ride his face
Got a young side-nigga, gotta hide my face (Rrr)

[Chorus: Juvenile]
Give me a project bitch
Give me a hood rat chick
One that don’t give a fuck
And say she took that dick
Give me a project chick
Give me a hood rat bitch
One that don’t give a fuck
And say she took that dic

[Verse 5: Trina]
It’s the two baddest bitches that they love to hate
We racin’ yachts, it’s a bad bitch holiday
It’s Barbie and Cinderella in Gucci and Donatella
I got a young rich nigga with a trap in Alpharetta
I got a couple Haitian niggas who be swipin’ them cards
Gettin’ that income tax money, takin’ trips with Minaj
I know some West Coast niggas wanna bang me out
I show you what a project chick is about, show us the money

[Chorus: Juvenile]
Give me a project bitch
Give me a hood rat chick
One that don’t give a fuck
And say she took that dick
Give me a project chick
Give me a hood rat bitch
One that don’t give a fuck
And say she took that dick

Trina ft. Lil Wayne – Situation + lyrics

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“Situation” is a collaboration between Trina and Lil Wayne that appears on Trina’s album The One.

Download, listen and be sure to leave your comments below. Enjoy!

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Situation lyrics

[Chorus]
She body the body (Body the body)
And she ’bout it, ’bout it (‘Bout it, ’bout it)
She like to get lit, better ask about it (Ask about it)
She my little situation, situation (Situation)
She my little situation, situation
She like to get lit, pour up a mix (Mix)
Ice up her wrist
Play with her, make a nigga come off the hip

[Verse 1: Trina]
I ain’t ever been number two fucking with a nigga
I’m the situation, tell a bitch, go figure (Uh)
No top and the g-string
And I been the type of bitch to take everything
Niggas throw gifts and shit to see a bitch smile
And the house driveway about eight miles
They Froot Loop the wrist, they hit my PayPal
And these bitches can’t take that I’m the wave now (Yeah)
We body the body
He rubbing it on me, he wanna get naughty (Naughty)
But I know if I fall in my feelings, get deep and he bitin’ the body
So I don’t even play with him
Whitest man, hood stiff and his hands grabbing tight on my blue denim
My Louboutins, can a bitch feel ’em?
I let a nigga know quick, I’m a self-made go-getter
We body the body, he throwin’ me keys to the Phantom big body (Big Body)
He shopping to buy, he import and export, I take classes, Pilates
Bank-bank account stretched like elastic
You can pop a rubber band or you can swipe the plastic
I make him blow the whole damn bank, do damage
‘Cause if he don’t swipe the card, you ain’t a bad bitch (Yeah)

[Chorus]
She body the body (Body the body, body to body)
And she ’bout it, ’bout it (‘Bout it, ’bout it, ’bout it, ’bout it)
She like to get lit, better ask about it (‘Bout it, she like to get lit)
She my little situation, situation (Situation)
She my little situation, situation
She like to get lit (Like to get lit), pour up a mix (Pour up a mix)
Ice up her wrist
Play with her, make a nigga come off the hip

[Verse 2: Trina]
When the clock strikes twelve and the lights dim (Lights dim)
Champagne bubble bath, it’s just me and him
Sex on dead presidents, I’m elite, ya bitch
Top floor penthouse, I could teach your bitch
Bet one phone call, he gon’ come through
With a gift for the neck and the wrist, too
Girl, I know every password and the clothes blue
And if he throw me the Dutch, I could roll it, too (Roll it, too)
We body the body (The body)
I got his tongue deep in my body (In my body)
Like I’m riding the Harley, like police behind me, nobody can stop me
Girl, I ride a nigga’s face like its first class
Can’t stand no nigga who comes fast
Who be tryin’ hard to get it? Back it up fast
Can’t sauce the meat, a bitch gon’ pass (Gon’ pass)
We body the body (The body), now he cold, beatin’ my body (My body)
Tellin’ me all of his secrets, confessing to me that he don’t want nobody
I break these niggas down like hoes
You fuckin’ with a vet, true pimp, I suppose
I don’t love these niggas, and that’s some wine and toast
And now I never let a nigga get too close

[Chorus]
She body the body (Body the body, body to body)
And she ’bout it, ’bout it (‘Bout it, ’bout it, ’bout it, ’bout it)
She like to get lit, better ask about it (‘Bout it, she like to get lit)
She my little situation-situation
Situation, she my little situation-situation
She like to get lit (Like to get lit), pour up a mix (Pour up a mix)
Ice up her wrist
Play with her, make a nigga come off the hip

[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
My body all over you body
You body, all over my body, baby

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Never been much of a lover boy, I never got that far
But bae, you been touchin’ my heart, and pimpin’ ain’t a contact sport
We body the body, kind of bionic
Me and your body, that’s modern day science
Me and that cat, that’s tigers and lions
I give you brain like Johnny Mnemonic
You know your body looks good, got my nerves, babe
I beat it up like a stepdad
You say you ride a nigga’s face like first class
I let you ride myself, know you get jet lag
Oh but you gon’ ride this dick like a S class
You ride this dick like it’s at Six Flags
You ride this dick like you in spin class
You ride this dick like it got temp tags
You swallow dick like it was SlimFast
You monkey’d on that dick, the chimp dance
Don’t worry about if I come fast
It’s no

[Chorus]
She body the body (Body the body)
And she ’bout it, ’bout it (‘Bout it, ’bout it)
She like to get lit, better ask about it (Ask about it)
She my little situation, situation (Situation)
She my little situation, situation
She like to get lit, pour up a mix (Mix)
Ice up her wrist
Play with her, make a nigga come off the hip

[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
My body all over you body
You body, all over my body, baby

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Your body all over my body, baby (Babe)
Lil’ Tunechi just bodied
Just bodied the body (The body)
Just bodied the body (The body)
Bodied the body

B.O.B – The Elephant + lyrics

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Rapper, B.O.B releases a new hip-hop single for fans to rock to this mid-season and it’s titled “The Elephant

Download, listen and be sure to share your thoughts on this song in the comment section below. Enjoy!

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The Elephant lyrics

[Intro]
Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob
(Say my name bitch)
Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob
(Say my name bitch)
Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob
(Say my name bitch)
Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob
Yeah, woo (Say my name bitch)
Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob
(Say my name bitch)
Yeah, incredible, you know
Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob
(Say my name bitch)
Incredible
(Say my name bitch)


[Verse 1: B.oB.]
I’m a monster, call me Sasquatch
I put the Mac down, she give me laptop
(Say my name bitch)
I said I lay the pipe, leave her with a quote
Niggas ain’t got water, they Wells Fargo
(Say my name bitch)
You let her play wit ya but I ain’t bout the drama
I hit the baseball bat, my blunt force trauma
(Say my name bitch)
Blowin’ in the wi-bl-blowin’ in the wind chillin’
They can’t handle this shit, Bob Dylan
(Say my name bitch)
I’m top notch nigga, you the bottom tier
If I tatted tear drops you’d be the bottom tier
(Say my name bitch)

[Refrain]
Yeah, I hate to be blunt, elephant in the room
No room, trunk in the front
(Say my name bitch)

[Chorus Sample: LL Cool J]
The momentum of this party can only increase
The design of this rhyme is a masterpiece
M-M-M-Masterpiece
The design of this rhyme is a masterpiece
(Say my name bitch)
The momentum of this party can only increase
The design of this rhyme is a masterpiece
(Say my name bitch)
M-M-M-Masterpiece
The design of this rhyme is a masterpiece
(Say my name bitch)

[Verse 2: B.o.B.]
B. Boy claiming that they got water, as salaam alaikum
Silence of potato, drop cheese and then I bake ’em
(Say my name bitch)
And then I, and then I, dodge the bacon
Drop a half an onion on the heat, sautée ’em
(Say my name bitch)
To money I’m no stranger (Ha)
Turn the top upside down, it gets stranger
(Say my name bitch)
The deposits I make, that’s Cassius
You wanna box? UPS package (Woo)
(Say my name bitch)
Niggas careers in jeopardy
Bob’s the answer, don’t question me
(Say my name bitch)

[Refrain]
Look I hate to be blunt, elephant in the room
No room, trunk in the front
(Say my name bitch)

[Chorus Sample: LL Cool J]
The momentum of this party can only increase
The design of this rhyme is a masterpiece
(Say my name bitch)
M-M-M-Masterpiece
The design of this rhyme is a masterpiece
(Say my name bitch)
The momentum of this party can only increase
The design of this rhyme is a masterpiece
(Say my name bitch)
M-M-M-Masterpiece
The design of this rhyme is a masterpiece
(Say my name bitch)

[Verse 3: B.o.B.]
On my release date, that’s date rape
Your album’s duct tape, Scrooge McDuck face (Huh)
(Say my name bitch)
Yeah I’m running shit, got the show’s flow
Yeah it’s halftime but you a whole ho
(Say my name bitch)
Talkin’ four quarters, your girl wanted my balls
So I quarter, buzzer beater and all (Huh)
(Say my name bitch)
She drink my pickle, said she picky
So I took the bitch to Piccadilly
(Say my name bitch)
Eatin’ pussy in Connecticut, I got poor etiquette
When I leave a town, bitches walk bowlegged (Ha)

[Refrain]
So hate all you want, elephant in the room
No room, trunk in the front
(Say my name bitch)

[Chorus Sample: LL Cool J]
The momentum of this party can only increase
The design of this rhyme is a masterpiece
(Say my name bitch)
M-M-M-Masterpiece
The design of this rhyme is a masterpiece
(Say my name bitch)
The momentum of this party can only increase
The design of this rhyme is a masterpiece
(Say my name bitch)
M-M-M-Masterpiece
The design of this rhyme is a masterpiece
(Say my name bitch)

I[Outro: B.o.B.]
In the front-in the front, in the front-in the front (Yeah)
In the front-in the front, in the front-in the front (Front)
Elephant in the room, no room, trunk in the front (Yeah)
In the front-in the front, in the front-in the front (Front)
In the front-in the front, in the front-in the fr—
Elephant in the room, no room, trunk in the front (Yeah)

Shawn Mendes, Camila Cabello – Señorita + lyrics

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After their last collaboration together in November 2015, Pop Duo Shawn Mendes and Camila Cabello are back with this new love song titled “Señorita”.

This track is the second collaboration between Pop stars Shawn Mendes & Camila Cabello.

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Señorita lyrics

[Chorus: Camila Cabello]
I love it when you call me señorita
I wish I could pretend I didn’t need ya
But every touch is ooh-la-la-la
It’s true, la-la-la
Ooh, I should be runnin’
Ooh, you keep me coming for ya


[Verse 1: Shawn Mendes]
Land in Miami
The air was hot from summer rain
Sweat drippin’ off me
Before I even knew her name, la-la-la
It felt like ooh-la-la-la, yeah, no
Sapphire and moonlight, we danced for hours in the sand
Tequila sunrise, her body fit right in my hands, la-la-la
It felt like ooh-la-la-la, yeah


[Chorus: Camila Cabello & Shawn Mendes, Camila Cabello]
I love it when you call me señorita
I wish I could pretend I didn’t need ya
But every touch is ooh-la-la-la
It’s true, la-la-la
Ooh, I should be runnin’
Ooh, you know I love it when you call meseñorita
I wish it wasn’t so damn hard to leave ya
But every touch is ooh-la-la-la
It’s true, la-la-la
Ooh, I should be runnin’
Ooh, you keep me coming for ya

[Verse 2: Camila Cabello with Shawn Mendes]
Locked in the hotel
There’s just some things that never change
You say we’re just friends
But friends don’t know the way you taste, la-la-la (La, la, la)
‘Cause you know it’s been a long time coming
Don’t ya let me fall, oh
Ooh, when your lips undress me, hooked on your tongue
Ooh, love, your kiss is deadly, don’t stop

[Chorus: Camila Cabello & Shawn Mendes, Camila Cabello]
I love it when you call me señorita
I wish I could pretend I didn’t need ya
But every touch is ooh-la-la-la
It’s true, la-la-la
Ooh, I should be runnin’
Ooh, you know I love it when you call meseñorita
I wish it wasn’t so damn hard to leave ya
But every touch is ooh-la-la-la
It’s true, la-la-la
Ooh, I should be runnin’
Ooh, you keep me coming for ya

[Outro: Both, Shawn Mendes & Camila Cabello]
All along I’ve been coming for ya (For you)
And I hope it means something to you (Oh)
Call my name, I’ll be coming for ya (Coming for you)
Coming for ya (Coming for you)
For ya
For ya (Oh, she loves it when I come)
For ya
Ooh, I should be runnin’
Ooh, you keep me coming for ya

Migos – Stripper Bowl + lyrics

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Trap trio, Migos are back after a while with their third release of 2019 titled “Stripper Bowl”.

On their third release of 2019, Migos rap about their love for strippers, among other things.

Download, listen and be sure to tell us what you think about this track in the comment section below. Enjoy!

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Stripper Bowl lyrics

[Intro: Quavo]
Bring the whips out for the Super Bowl (Skrrt)
Five hundred racks for the Stripper Bowl
The money on the floor, better get it, ho (Get it)
Anything goes with the Huncho
(Anything goes with the Huncho)
Yeah, yeah
Buddah Bless this beat
Ah, yeah, woah, uh, yeah, yeah (Ayy)
Uh, woah, yeah, we going (Uh)
Sue, sue, sue, sue
Sue, sue, sue, sue (Let’s go)

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Uh, big boy necklace, seriously flexin’ (Ice)
Niggas stressin’, niggas out here pressin’, uh
Niggas out here playin’, uh
My chopper keep on sprayin’, uh
Get on my knees, start prayin’ (God)
Get on my knees, start crappin’, uh
Everybody know that I’m trappin’ (Trap)
Everybody know that I’m gettin’ it, uh
Spatula money, I’m flipping it (Flip)
Big guns all through the city (Grraow)
Bring the whips out for the Super Bowl (Skrrt)
Five hundred racks for the Stripper Bowl
The money on the floor, better get it, ho (Get it)
Anything goes with the Huncho
Stir fry, smokin’ on eggrolls (Whip)
Trap boy hot with a little stove (Ahh)
The money got a crease like it been fold
I like my money straight, hot comb (Hey)
Life in the scope, they got the eye on (Ahh)
Mama said I left with the pot on (Mama)
Give ’em a shoulder to cry on (Uh)
Brr, brr, brr, your thot ain’t home (Brr)
On the ‘Gram, tryna be a gangster (Gangster)
Nigga get bread with no fingers (Fingers)
Boy Meets World, no Topanga (Hey)
Got tried in the street and it changed him (Tried)
Damn, I find it the strangest (Damn)
Lookin’ at the lame and he famous (Lame)
Clout chasin’ all different angles (Clout)
Little nigga don’t know it get dangerous

[Chorus: Quavo & Offset]
Danger (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
Danger (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
Little nigga don’t know it get dangerous
Danger (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
Danger (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
Little nigga don’t know it get dangerous (Offset)

[Verse 2: Offset]
Make M’s by the hour (M, M)
We gon’ make him, leave him sour (Kill him)
Double up, stack it up, Twin Tower (Twin Tower)
Get the stick, pay the hit, some allowance (Rah)
Bought her a Birk’-Birk’, neck deterg’-terg’
Adjust the curts-curts, LV, Virg-Virg
Mister perf-perf, my wrist is work-work
Which one you work-work? Check on your turban (Hey)
Eenie-meenie-miney-mo, they all want me (Eenie-meenie-miney-mo)
Pick and roll with the .40, the bullet comin’ (Baow)
Get a nigga dead for a little hundred (Who?)
‘Guettes on my wrist, you left the water running (‘Guettes)
Monkey nuts on the SIG, that’s a whole hundred (SIG)
Niggas kickin’ in the door for plenty summers (Hey)
Whip it on the stove like it’s Benihanas (Woo, woo)
Take a nigga’s soul for some petty money

[Chorus: Quavo]
Danger (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
Danger (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
Little nigga don’t know it get dangerous
Danger (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
Danger (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
Little nigga don’t know it get dangerous

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Danger, I’ma go and paint ’em (Pew-pew)
Douple cup, Triple K, I’ma go hang ’em (Hang ’em)
Gotta let ’em out the cage, can’t tame ’em (Argh)
And if you catch a body, then you can’t blame ’em (You can’t)
Big torch, I’ma go and flame ’em
Stripper Bowl lookin’ like a Wrestle Mania (Woah)
500K through five hundred ways
In the hurt and nobody else came with ’em (No)
They say like they mentions on fire
QC, we did it, boy 20-1-9 (QC)
A party, ain’t nobody plottin’
Have fun with the guys and nobody dies (Thank God)
No cap on the story, ask Bankroll
You go and ask Boosie, you think that I’m lyin’ (Ask him)
Never seen it with your eyes
So much money, strippers was swimmin’ in piles
It would’ve been

[Chorus: Quavo]
Danger (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
Danger (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
Little nigga don’t know it get dangerous
Danger (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
Danger (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
Little nigga don’t know it get dangerous (Uh)

E-40 ft. Quavo, Roddy Ricch, A$AP Ferg, ScHoolboy Q – Chase The Money

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“Chase the Money” is a star-studded collaboration between E-40, Quavo, Roddy Ricch, A$AP Ferg, and ScHoolboy Q

On the track, the artists discuss their privileged lifestyles and their constant pursuit of more money. The track is cleverly named after its producer, CHASETHEMONEY.

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Chase The Money lyrics

[Intro: Valee]
CHASETHEMONEY, CHASETHEMONEY

[Chorus: Quavo & Roddy Ricch]
Her ass out, she goin’ places that you can’t (Go!)
Call up her hoes and told ’em, “Bring ’em out the sleigh” (Brrr)
Fall, touch her toes, then I’m throwin’ 50K (Hey!)
Splash brothers, whoa, we just landed in the Bay (Splash)
Look at the way that I be pushin’ in that Hellcat
I was jumpin’ out the gym in Nike Air Max
Three bad bitches in the coupe slidin’ down Fairfax
Bitch, I been gettin’ to this money, I can’t dare cap
Look at the way that I been shinin’, diamonds gleamin’ (Uh)

Rich nigga, they know my name when I’m at Neiman (Uh)
Look at the way that I been ballin’ every season (Uh)
Gotta chase the money, watch the whole team win

[Verse 1: E-40]
Look at me, bitch
Look at the way I carry myself
Look at the way I’m winnin’
Look at this liquid around my neck, look how they shimmerin’
Look at this strand I’m smokin’, look at this bottle I’m holdin’, look at my life
Look how I’m playin’ the field like I’m rollin’ the dice up under casino lights (Uh)
Luxury automobiles and sports cars with loud pipes (Vroom!)
Detachable steering wheels, muscle cars, and scraper bikes
Some of my niggas push pills, some of ’em push that Cha Cha (Cha Cha)
Some of ’em work for a living to make an honest dollar (Honest dollar)
And here’s another thing I thought that you should know (What?)
I’ll make a ho stand outside forever like a scarecrow (Scarecrow)
I’m a Bay nigga, that’s affirmative, ain’t no arguin’ (Uh-uh)
Nigga, you soft as table butter, margarine (Uh-huh)
I’m always intoxicated, I’m never sober
Same soup, just warmed over, a little wiser and older, but dangerous like a cobra
Not a Steeler but I bust just like Jerome Bettis (Bah!)
Money longer than the end of them action-packed movie credits (Biatch!)

[Chorus: Quavo & Roddy Ricch]
Her ass out, she goin’ places that you can’t (Go!)
Call up her hoes and told ’em, “Bring ’em out the sleigh” (Brrr)
Fall, touch her toes, then I’m throwin’ 50K (Hey!)
Splash brothers, whoa, we just landed in the Bay (Splash)
Look at the way that I be pushin’ in that Hellcat
I was jumpin’ out the gym in Nike Air Max
Three bad bitches in the coupe slidin’ down Fairfax
Bitch, I been gettin’ to this money, I can’t dare cap
Look at the way that I been shinin’, diamonds gleamin’ (Uh)

Rich nigga, they know my name when I’m at Neiman (Uh)
Look at the way that I been ballin’ every season (Uh)
Gotta chase the money, watch the whole team win

[Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]
Find me ridin’ through yo block like Deebo (Yeah!)
My life is like a movie, Quentin Tarantino
Nas walked in Louis, I did Valentino
I stack my money tall as Bobby Valentino
Missin’ holidays from chasin’ C-notes
Volleyball player spread it like a eagle
Go and pop that pussy, spread it on the pillow
Yo ex-man a scrub, why I call him Brillo
Got a crib up in the Carter feelin’ like I’m Nino
John a legend, but we ain’t no ordinary people
My throw a seven, MAC 11 with the Desert Eagle
Hood Pope, I’m like a reverend, teeth is worth a kilo
Killin’ niggas like 50 on the Instagram
Hot as fuck but I’m cooler than a ceiling fan
And my nigga [?] locked,, go on free the man
Where they never bring the dogs on the Peter Pan

[Chorus: Quavo & Roddy Ricch]
Her ass out, she goin’ places that you can’t (Go!)
Call up her hoes and told ’em, “Bring ’em out the sleigh” (Brrr)
Fall, touch her toes, then I’m throwin’ 50K (Hey!)
Splash brothers, whoa, we just landed in the Bay (Splash)
Look at the way that I be pushin’ in that Hellcat
I was jumpin’ out the gym in Nike Air Max
Three bad bitches in the coupe slidin’ down Fairfax
Bitch, I been gettin’ to this money, I can’t dare cap
Look at the way that I been shinin’, diamonds gleamin’ (Uh)

Rich nigga, they know my name when I’m at Neiman (Uh)
Look at the way that I been ballin’ every season (Uh)
Gotta chase the money, watch the whole team win

[Verse 3: ScHoolboy Q]
Woop (Ayy), uh (Woop, woop)
40, fuck them other niggas, this the wave (Ayy)
Gotta keep a milli’ in the cut to beat the case (Case)
Gotta keep banana or the drum, I’m goin’ ape (Brrr, brrr)
From the corner, 52, you niggas gettin’ ace
Drop it down, went to town, give me love crazy
40 lens, triple Benz, everything crazy
I done took a loss so I [?]
Judgin’ by my plans, I can’t keep the hoes off
Though I never had love, I just never gave up
Had to get my change up while I never changed up
I don’t beef with squares ’cause I gotta move careful
Homie got the barrel, make yo mommy feel awful
Never told, didn’t fold, where the gang go?
Big gold, debit codes, where her drawers go? (Ayy)
Girl, that pussy just ain’t good enough to stay
Go from L.A. to the Bay, I’m a legend in the state
Woo!

[Chorus: Quavo & Roddy Ricch]
Her ass out, she goin’ places that you can’t (Go!)
Call up her hoes and told ’em, “Bring ’em out the sleigh” (Brrr)
Fall, touch her toes, then I’m throwin’ 50K (Hey!)
Splash brothers, whoa, we just landed in the Bay (Splash)
Look at the way that I be pushin’ in that Hellcat
I was jumpin’ out the gym in Nike Air Max
Three bad bitches in the coupe slidin’ down Fairfax
Bitch, I been gettin’ to this money, I can’t dare cap
Look at the way that I been shinin’, diamonds gleamin’ (Uh)

Rich nigga, they know my name when I’m at Neiman (Uh)
Look at the way that I been ballin’ every season (Uh)
Gotta chase the money, watch the whole team win

Juice WRLD – Can’t Survive + lyrics

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Juice WRLD is here with this new single titled “Can’t Survive”.

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Can’t Survive lyrics

[Intro]
Wrong side of the bed, felt like I wanted to die
I woke up on the wrong side of the bed
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

[Chorus]
I woke up on the wrong side of the bed, felt like I wanted to die
And yeah I still remember what you said every word was a lie
But I can’t survive
Without you by my side
I can’t survive
Without you by my side

[Verse 1]
Lovin you became a instinct nah Ion’t gotta try (yeah)
I promise you if you don’t love me back it’s a suicide (yeah)
Tie the rope, [?] the rope, my neck and pull it, in my heart, now I lay in my grave
Wish you would have saved me

[Chorus]
I woke up on the wrong side of the bed, felt like I wanted to die
And yeah I still remember what you said every word was a lie
But I can’t survive
Without you by my side
I can’t survive
Without you by my side

[Instrumental Break]

[Chorus]
I woke up on the wrong side of the bed, felt like I wanted to die
And yeah I still remember what you said every word was a lie
But I can’t survive
Without you by my side
I can’t survive
Without you by my side

Tyga ft. Lil Wayne– Lightskin

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Off his new project, Tyga is here with this new single titled “Light skin”. This track features Rap Legend, Lil Wayne.

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Light skin lyrics

[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Fuck you gon’ stand next to a nigga like me that really do it, and you don’t do it?
Get the fuck from by me, man

[Verse 1]
Hello, motherfucker, what’s my name? (What’s my name?)
In the Rolls, asking bitches how I came (How I came)
Got a king size bed on the plane (On the plane)
She’ll get deplaned if she complain (Don’t complain)
My diamonds shining, we ain’t pay the same (The same)
Got a Jay-Z watch, it changed the game (The game)
Yeah, big dawg status, get it appraised (Appraised)
Told that bitch these ain’t braids, she gon’ fuck for the fame (Woo)
I’m the cane cane sugar mane, ice in the ring
I’ma bang bang, let it bang, bust it on your face (Baow)
Watch what you say, what you say to me, you gon’ feel the bank (Baow)
Told that nigga give me space, shoot it pocket corner eight (Yeah)
Money in the Chase, big weight by the waist (Woah)
If she got a fat ass, put the icing on the cake (Ice)
I’m a pussy fanatic, get obsessed with the baddest (Yeah)
Put it so deep, told her don’t be dramatic (Hah)

[Pre-Chorus]
How you feel? How you feel? I’ma make a film with her
Keep it real, keep it real, you ain’t really real, nigga
What’s the deal? What’s the deal? I’m a big deal, nigga (Skrrt)
Ice, ice, ice, she wanna chill with a nigga, ayy

[Chorus]
Soaking bitches with the champagne (Champagne)
I’m the new lightskin Lil Wayne (Lil Wayne)
I gotta touch it if them titties fake (If it’s fake)
I don’t do this shit to entertain (Entertain)
Soaking bitches with the champagne (Champagne)
I’m the new lightskin Lil Wayne (Lil Wayne)
High as a star on a plane (On a plane)
I don’t do this shit to entertain (Entertain)

[Verse 2]
Got that mack game, bitches call me Mack Maine (Yeah)
And I slide on your block like a nigga that skate
And you know my campaign, got a bitch in every state (Yeah)
Got your bitch in her lace, she gon’ bend, I don’t break (Nope)
Dear God, pray for all my enemies (Yeah)
They gon’ fall to they death, she gon’ fall to her knees (Ah)
I got blessed by the best and I’m fallin’ asleep (Yeah)
A nigga been hot since 500 Degreez (Ah)

[Pre-Chorus]
How you feel? How you feel? I’ma make a film with her
Keep it real, keep it real, you ain’t really real, nigga
What’s the deal? What’s the deal? I’m a big deal, nigga (Skrrt)
Ice, ice, ice, she wanna chill with a nigga, ayy

[Chorus]
Soaking bitches with the champagne (Champagne)
I’m the new lightskin Lil Wayne (Lil Wayne)
I gotta touch it if them titties fake (If it’s fake)
I don’t do this shit to entertain (Entertain)
Soaking bitches with the champagne (Champagne)
I’m the new lightskin Lil Wayne (Lil Wayne)
High as a star on a plane (On a plane)
I don’t do this shit to entertain (Entertain)

[Bridge]
Diamonds on my neck, diamonds on my neck, yeah, yeah
Diamonds on my neck, diamonds on my neck, yeah, ayy
Diamonds on my neck, diamonds on my neck, yeah, yeah
Diamonds on my, di’-diamonds on my neck

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
I don’t give a fuck about what they do
How can they be better? I don’t… I breathe this shit
I’m in the studio right now, B
I just done a song with Shakira and Beyoncé
I just got off 106 premiering my new video today
I switched hoodies and tennis shoes and came to the fuckin’ studio, not the club
The studio, nigga

Kembe X Ft. Jay Rock, Ab-Soul & Zacari – Raised a Fool

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Chicago rapper, Kembe is back with the first taste of his new era which is a fresh single titled ‘Raised A Fool’ featuring Jay Rock, Ab-Soul and Zacari.

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Raised A Fool lyrics

[Chorus: Zacari]
Feels good to be alive, don’t it?
I’d rather die than work a nine to five
Put this on my gravestone that there’s no one realer
Put that on my mama, I’ma go in with my chin up, grinnin’
Yeah, I’m a go-getter, a smooth killer
Yeah, I do what it do
Ayy, yo, pops, you done raised a fool, you done raised a fool

[Verse 1: Kembe X]
My whole family love the earth, we came from the dirt
Where the raisins burn, best thing they can do is stay alert, uh
Daddy used to push a Caddy off of pushing work
I’m like why you tell this story while we on the way to church? Uh
Dad went up in smoke, shit, his daddy name was Blunt
Got hooked on the stones, rehabbed for a month
By the time that I was 5, my mama was traumatized
‘Cause her husband ballin’ but he don’t be showin’ up
Probably where I got my affinity for the trinity
A love triangle, experimenting with chemistry
I’ma need both, boy, fuck it, surrendering
Want a queen for each side, I just love the symmetry
When I drop my tape, people gon’ go ape
Keep that ho up on repeat like, “Where the fuck is the B side?”
Feel like I’m fishin’, I’m killin’ niggas with each line
I be usin’ all three eyes so I see fine

[Chorus: Zacari]
Yeah, I’m a go-getter, a smooth killer
Yeah, I do what it do
Ayy, yo, pops, you done raised a fool, you done raised a fool

[Verse 2: Jay Rock]
I come from a place, got no choice, you gotta stand up
When shit get real on the field, you better man up
No time for no two-three zone, walk slow, think fast, hit hard
Shout out to my goons on them yards goin’ hard
My OG’s talk, I listen, my young rattlesnakes with strong ass venom
When they talk, I listen
‘Cause back then, I was doin’ the same shit, champ
Really wasn’t nothin’ different, now listen
Me and my clique were small as a grain of salt
Wonder how we all became close brothers, because we fought
We never let no pussy lips come between the covenent
Now we goin’ hamburger and all the bitches lovin’ it
Might go to Hamburg, Germany for the fuck of it
Spend a couple hundred thousand dollars on some other shit
Then ride the money train back home
My pops raised a fool, that’s why I relive him all through my songs, woo

[Verse 3: Ab-Soul]
Ayy, look
What’s your life about? Enlighten me
Is you gon’ live on your knees or die on your feet?
Stand up and face the music or run and meet your defeat?
I am to the microphone what the sun is to heat (Hot)
Hence all the fans you see wavin’ at me
All of the debatin’, all of the scrapes masturbatin’ to me
That’s why they buy a ticket to pay attention to me
I’m making cents making sense, bitch, life is but a dream
Smooth criminal, sexy like Mike on Thriller album (Soulo)
Everything I do is intentional, listen
We feel a threat, we don’t fret, we just send ’em at ’em
Yeah, like God did in Genesis, nigga (Get it?)
I couldn’t triumph until I stopped trying (Hey)
I couldn’t be top tier until I stopped cryin’
My mama is an angel, my pop was shot in the head and
That’s why I’m brain dead and promised a spot in heaven, and it…

[Chorus: Zacari & Ab-Soul]
Feels good to be alive, don’t it? (Soul)
I’d rather die than work a nine to five
Put this on my gravestone that there’s no one realer
Put that on my mama, I’ma go in with my chin up, grinnin’
Yeah, I’m a go-getter, a smooth killer
Yeah, I do what it do
Ayy, yo, pops, you done raised a fool, you done raised a fool

[Instrumental Interlude]

[Chorus: Zacari]
Feels good to be alive, don’t it?
I’d rather die than work a nine to five
Put this on my gravestone that there’s no one realer
Put that on my mama, I’ma go in with my chin up, grinnin’
Yeah, I’m a go-getter, a smooth killer
Yeah, I do what it do
Ayy, yo, pops, you done raised a fool, you done raised a fool