Jacquees ft. Young Thug, Gunna – Verify + lyrics

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Jacquees consistently upholds the RnB ideals on his new track “Verify,” featuring Young Thug and Gunna.

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Verify lyrics

[Intro: Jacquees & Birdman]
Yeah
Rich Gang
Uh-huh
Come on


[Chorus: Jacquees]
Yes, I love your physical, but it’s your energy
I got no fear to put you on a pedestal, but are you trustin’ me?
I feel like I picked the right time (What?) to hit your line (Yeah)
Girl, you all mine (Uh-huh)
Anticipatin’ for a long time
Will you verify what I feel inside? (What I feel inside)


[Verse 1: Young Thug & Gunna]
Truck the chicken, get a million out the whole ride (Yeah)
Fifty Shades of Grey with bitches got ’em all tied (Ooh)
Lamborghinis and Ferraris, you’re verified (Skrrt, skrrt)
Strawberry, kiwis and greens, you got berry eyes (Skrrt)
She from Swahili, the color of wild berry eyes(Yeah)
How much you sip lean, that lets you know you’re verified (Yeah)
I got my heart broke, now I keep me a spare tire (Spare)
I’m in a tall Rolls Royce truck, I feel very high(Rolls, ayy)
Fuck a bus, (What?) Rolls Royce, (Skrrt) yeah, yeah
Twist it up, (Yeah) roll a Dutch, (Yeah) yeah, yeah
I got tires on the 9, yeah, yeah
Sting your body then you die
Yeah, I got vibes all on my line, yeah, yeah
She just wanna be verified, yeah, yeah
Different, I think you one of a kind (Yeah)
She from New York, but she don’t like to Milly Rock (Milly Rock)

[Chorus: Jacquees]
Yes, I love your physical, but it’s your energy (Your energy)
I got no fear to put you on a pedestal, but are you trustin’ me? (Trusting me)
I feel like I picked the right time (Ayy) to hit your line (Why?)
Girl, you all mine (Yeah, oh yeah)
Anticipatin’ for a long time (What?)
Will you verify what I feel inside? (What I feel inside)

[Verse 2: Jacquees]
I don’t need a Super Bowl team (Yeah)
Throw it on me, my position locked down
(I got my position locked down)
Fixin’ your heart from shit before me
But you know (Yeah) he won’t set you up for let downs
(He won’t set you up for let downs)
I’m participating
In whatever it is (Yeah, whatever)
The charges that you’re in (Yeah)
I’ll throw the towel all in for you

[Chorus: Jacquees]
Yes, I love your physical, (Yes, I) but it’s your energy (Your energy)
I got no fear to put you on a pedestal, (No fear) but are you trustin’ me? (Trusting me)
I feel like I picked the right time (Ayy) to hit your line (Why?)
Girl, you all mine (You’re all mine)
Anticipatin’ for a long time
Will you verify what I feel inside?

[Outro: Jacquees]
What I feel
Inside, yeah
No fears

Young Thug – Just How It Is + lyrics

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Young Thug has just dropped his new track titled “Just How It Is” and this song serves as the intro to his latest album So Much Fun.

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Just How It Is lyrics

[Intro: Future]
Wheezy outta here


[Chorus]
Ooh-woo, diamonds peek-a-boo
Ooh-woo, I done fucked her crew
Ooh-woo, I done did the robbin’
I done did the jackin’, now I’m full rappin’
I put on my brothers, I put on my bitch
Had to wear the dress ’cause I had a stick
You know where the bag at, tell me where it is
I came from rags to riches, I’m the shit
I can no longer disguise it, bitch, ’cause I’m rich
I got cars galore, lil’ bitch, ’cause I’m rich
I escaped every one of the licks ’cause I was supposed to be rich
I don’t care nothin’ ’bout no cop, I’m tellin’ you just how it is


[Verse 1]
Put it in a Uber, send it to a shooter
Ask me how they do it, kickin’ shit, Ryu, Ken
Put it in a cab, send it to a Arab
Hit ’em with the MAC now, now his whole body scabbed
Cash on the delivery (Ayy)
G.O.A.T. talk of the century (Oh)
No time for gibberish, all the critics hearin’ this
All the bitches lipstick, and her pussy slippery
I can call a troop, go by the name of Duke
Kidnap a kangaroo, I can send a moose (Woo)
Niggas stole a chain, but I ain’t worried, fool
I’ma keep on spinnin’ ’til they tell me who

[Chorus]
Ooh-woo, diamonds peek-a-boo
Ooh-woo, I done fucked her crew
Ooh-woo, I done did the robbin’
I done did the jackin’, now I’m full rappin’
I put on my brothers, I put on my bitch
Had to wear the dress ’cause I had a stick
You know where the bag at, tell me where it is
I came from rags to riches, I’m the shit
I can no longer disguise it, bitch, ’cause I’m rich
I got cars galore, lil’ bitch, ’cause I’m rich
I escaped every one of the licks ’cause I was supposed to be rich
I don’t care nothin’ ’bout no cop, I’m tellin’ you just how it is

[Verse 2]
I don’t gotta throw you shit like Kaepernick, nah
I got seven bitches with me, Kaepernick
Yeah, R.I.P. Nipsey, I can tell you how to get rich
I can tell you how to die or how to live in this bitch
I can tell you how to talk the most impeccable shit
I can show you how to walk like you got decimals, bitch
Show you how I can get the top from all the top ten bitches
I got white Adderalls and I have amoxicillin
I got lights on, baby, I got moths in this bitch
No fly zone, caught you like you’re Moss in this bitch
Growin’ tycoon and I took some losses, you bitch
I’m a boss, but I don’t like to take a loss in this bitch (Wheezy outta here)
Such a player but I cake and cuddle all of my bitches
I got layers, I got millions, I got all type of buildings
Fuck around and air the pussy nigga out like linen
Last nigga tried me almost got popped in Lenox
Ask the cops, ask the detectives, they know all the business
Ask the cops and the detectives, all the jurisdictions
Ask the kids at school who ambition all the missions
Gave the lawyer close to two mil’, he handle all the killings
I don’t know and I don’t wanna know who ‘flaged Bentleys
I don’t know what’s goin’ with bro, I think they all spillin’
We don’t speak ’bout shit on wax, it’s all mob business
We known to kill the biggest cats of all kitties
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[Chorus]
Ooh-woo, diamonds peek-a-boo
Ooh-woo, I done fucked her crew
Ooh-woo, I done did the robbin’
I done did the jackin’, now I’m full rappin’
I put on my brothers, I put on my bitch
Had to wear the dress ’cause I had a stick
You know where the bag at, tell me where it is
I came from rags to riches, I’m the shit
I can no longer disguise it, bitch, ’cause I’m rich
I got cars galore, lil’ bitch, ’cause I’m rich
I escaped every one of the licks ’cause I was supposed to be rich
I don’t care nothin’ ’bout no cop, I’m tellin’ you just how it is

Young Thug ft. Machine Gun Kelly – Ecstacy + lyrics

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Young Thug & Machine Gun Kelly drop off revised song titled “Ecstasy”. The track initially had no feature on it but later included one from MGK.

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Ectasy lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
12 Hunna on the beat
DY Krazy

Pure cocaina extra now, ecstasy
Pure cocaina extra now, ecstasy
Pure cocaina extra now, ecstasy
Pure cocaina extra now, privacy


[Chorus: Young Thug]
Molly, Roxies
Oxycontin (Yeah)
Jubilee, Ostrich (Uh-uh)
Ten a key, we need thousands (Okay)
I can take the stick and I can lift it up (Yeah)
I can take this bitch and I can lift her up (Ayy)
I just took a bankroll and I lift it up (Okay)
I just drunk a PT, it was double sealed up


[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Yes, it’s paid for, it’s pretty and classy
You look way, way, more idiot than your crushes
Icy, icy, I got baddies in my custody
I been chewin’ on that chewy and this ecstasy
I been kickin’, bitch, and drippin’ Louis quilt
Hundred Percocets, I took like four or five off the rip
My dick hard, bitch, come get after it
Growin’ up, I kept a gun like a veteran
Soul snatcher from this, you ain’t comin’ back from this
She bad, treat her like the principal at teacher list
Yeah, make sure that the opposites kickin’ it
Yeah, jewelry kickin’ bullet and we keepin’ it, no cap

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Molly, Roxies
Oxycontin
Jubilee, Ostrich (Uh-uh)
Ten a key, we need thousands (Okay)
I can take the stick and I can lift it up (Yeah)
I can take this bitch and I can lift her up (Ayy)
I just took a bankroll and I lift it up (Okay)
Drunk a PT double sealed up

[Verse 2: Machine Gun Kelly]
Fuck it
Inside of my house look like Colombia, I love it
Bloody fingerprints on my fingers, you countin’ on us
Went from watching Good fellas to keep it in the cupboard
‘Cause I’m just like pussy, pull it out you better buss’ it
I might be in traffic in rush hour like Chris Tucker
Lord, I keep that MC Hammer, no you can not touch it
I might go on tour and fuck a daughter and a mother
Plus the drink is red like robitussin, ayy
If I get pulled over, put my coke inside your crack, yeah
We get home, I pop a pill and I’ll go watch your back, yeah
If I die today, like Makaveli, bring me back, yeah
If I got a problem call my slime and he say “Slatt,” yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Molly, Roxies
Oxycontin
Jubilee, Ostrich (Uh-uh)
Ten a key, we need thousands (Okay)
I can take the stick and I can lift it up (Yeah)
I can take this bitch and I can lift her up (Ayy)
I just took a bankroll and I lift it up (Okay)
I just drunk a PT, it was double sealed up

Young Thug ft. Gunna – Surf + lyrics

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Young Thug and Gunna collaborate on this new track of “Surf”.

On “Surf,” Young Thug raps about his place in the rap game and claims that others are trying to “ride his wave” or copy his style.

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Surf lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Woah
You guys wanna go to the beach with a freak-freak, huh?
Totally (Ayy, swiffer surfin’, damn)
We rock (Surfin’, oh)
Yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Woah
It’s the wave (Surfin’)
It’s big wave (Woo)


[Chorus: Young Thug]
Surf, surf (Yeah), surf, surf (Totally)
Surf, surf, surf, surfin’ (Woah)
Surf, surf (Yeah), surf, surf
Surf (Totally, dude), surf, surf, surfin’ (Woo)


[Post-Chorus: Young Thug]
These niggas gon’ ride the wave (Wave)
Your ass is just like a tank (Yeah)
These niggas gon’ ride the wave (Wave)
I’m ’bout to go fill up a safe (Totally)
These niggas gon’ ride the wave (You ride)
These niggas gon’ copy for days (Go, go)
These niggas gon’ ride the wave (The wave)
They tryna find out where I stay (Totally)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I had a lock with a latch to see who break in, it just was a test, ah
Virgil was sending me drip just to see if I like it or rockin’ with it
There go lil’ mama, I don’t wanna fuck her, she burnin’, she trippin’ (Woah)
I’m wavy, goddamn
Niggas want smoke with the slatt, we can meet in the kitchen (Woah)
I’m burnin’ the ham
These so-called gangsters don’t know how to approach the man (Totally)
I chop up his ass, I chop up his friends, his mamas, and all his six kids (Woah)
I come with that lead
I chop off the top of the Benz and all it gets fierce
They can’t wait to shred
I told ’em to chop off your penis, you keeping your head (Chop, I told ’em to do it)
I had a drum with a K and it’s fully loaded, nigga play in this bitch (Woah, woah)
Catch him down bad, you know I’m puttin’ dick in your wife, I’m not sparing shit (Woah, woah, woah)
Shawty pussy so tight I had to finger her shit with a stick (Totally)
Niggas ain’t come from my tribe, I can barely say they hit (Totally)
I need some brand new tires, I done burned off of the Z06 (Skrrt, skrrt)
I know ’bout family ties, I know ’bout the mob, but can’t say shit (Shh, shh)
Couple things I done seen in the dark, I know I gotta die with it
Couple mains, I done sent a couple on the Spain, a couple on French (I totally do)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Surf (Woah), surf (Woah), surf (Woah), surf (Woo)
Surf, surf, surf (Totally, dude), surfin’ (Woah)
Surf, surf (Yeah), surf, surf (Rock)
Surf, surf (Woah), surf (Woah), surfin’ (Wavy)

[Verse 2: Gunna]
They tryna ride the wave, nine times out of ten, these niggas gon’ drown (Drown)
We got some slimy ways, can call up the bro, wipe his nose for a pound (Slatt)
I count it up, see what I made today
Beat it up, you gotta pay to play (Beat it up)
Underdog, I gotta name to save
Some niggas won’t ever get out (No, surf)
I’m having major waves (Surf)
Drip like I made the rain (Surf)
Scared and I’m gripping the grain (Surf)
All of this dripping, ain’t drain (Surf)
I copped a Bentley Mulsanne, the money been healin’ the pain (Yeah)
The coupe the same color cocaine, I hope you don’t sniff anything (Yeah)
She say she like giving me brain, I hope you didn’t get her a ring
In the Clearport, I’m boarding the plane, G6 is known for a king
Overseas, I got plenty of the tings, all pretty foreign tings
Yves Saint Laurent jeans (Yeah), I drop a four in a cream

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Surf, surf, surf, surf
Surf, surf, surf, surfin’ (Woah)
Surf, surf (Yeah), surf, surf (Rock)
Surf, surf (Woah), surf (Woah), surfin’ (Wavy)

[Post-Chorus: Young Thug]
These niggas gon’ ride the wave (Yeah)
Your ass is just like a tank (Hey)
These niggas gon’ ride the wave (The wave)
I’m ’bout to go fill up a safe (Totally, dude)
These niggas gon’ ride the wave (The wave)
These niggas gon’ copy for days (Totally, dude)
These niggas gon’ ride the wave (Wave)
They tryna find out where I stay (Woah)

Young Thug ft. Lil Uzi Vert – Whats The Move + lyrics

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On “What’s the Move?,” Atlanta rapper Young Thug teams up with Philadelphia star Lil Uzi Vert for the melodic banger.

Lil Uzi Vert and Young Thug question the direction of the relationship and wonder what the next step is for them.

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Whats The Move lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
(BL$$D)
I just let lil’ mama suck me up, girl
Bitch tryna drive in a Rolls Royce or the bus‚ girl?
I jumped off the porch and went straight up‚ girl (Straight up‚ girl)
You can leave your town and head to another world


[Pre-Chorus: Young Thug]
What the move?
I’m tired of eyein’ you
I’m tired of spyin’ on you
‘Til the pain last too
I made it rain on you
When it was hard to maintain too
I was playin’ games with you
Like you could never play games too, woah (Yeah)


[Chorus: Young Thug]
You just gotta tell me what you want (Tell me what you want)
Louis Vuitton, diamonds‚ keep calm (Okay)
All you do is point at what you want (Point it out)
Crystal cut pointers in the charm, c’mon (Oh yeah)
Thirty-five dollars for a duff’ (For a duff’)
Nigga tryna buy the cash cost (Woo)
Percy Miller bracelet with the woes
Thirty-five dollars for a duff’ (For a duff’)
You make it twerk for me
You get a purse from me
Eighty thousand dollars for her Birkin
You get a verse for free
I make her worship me
Copy it in bursts for me
Turn to a P-I-M-P, I make her work for me
You don’t want the bag‚ oh no, no, no
I make her drop it and pop it and work it on my nose
I make her shut up then suck it, she fuckin’ at my shows, mmh
I make her shut up, she fuckin’, she suckin’ at my shows, ayy

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Drip, drip, no shoestring my sneaker, won’t trip
My jeans is so tight they don’t fit
Still walk around with a stick on my hip
VVS diamonds right behind my lip
Don’t walk with less than fifty on my wrist
Diamonds so cold on my neck, it got me sick
Raf Simons, mix it up with the Rick
Flexin’ on these haters who sent me ‘my bad’
Made it from the soil, made it from the Rex
Richer than your first, richer than your last
LUV, know I got swag
Pop a rubber band, pop another Xan’
I groove around, party pack my hand
I’m seeing double lookin’ through my lens
Tell me what you want, I just want your friend

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You just gotta tell me what you want (Tell me what you want)
Louis Vuitton, diamonds, keep calm (Okay)
All you do is point at what you want (Point it out)
Crystal cut pointers in the charm, c’mon (Oh yeah)
Thirty-five dollars for a duff’ (For a duff’)
Nigga tryna buy the cash cost (Woo)
Percy Miller bracelet with the woes
Thirty-five dollars for a duff’ (For a duff’)
You make it twerk for me
You get a purse from me
Eighty thousand dollars for her Birkin
You get a verse for free
I make her worship me
Copy it in bursts for me
Turn to a P-I-M-P, I make her work for me
You don’t want the bag, oh no, no, no
I make her drop it and pop it and work it on my nose
I make her shut up then suck it, she fuckin’ at my shows, mmh
I make her shut up, she fuckin’, she suckin’ at my shows, ayy

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Diamonds, they drip down my wrist
Let’s get it, fuck all the skits, woo
Left wrist sittin’ on a brick (Left wrist)
Bitch have it locked like a pick (Sheesh)
Fittz Park, came for the shit
Grab a AK for the wrist
Gorilla, rockin’ Bape on a bitch
Potential court case on a bitch (Bitch)
We livin’ state to state on a bitch (We livin’ state to state, yeah)
We never ever play with the bitch (We never ever play, no)
Do everything the same on a bitch (Never tell the difference)
We known to pick the brains of a bitch (Big bag)
I throw the big B’s on a bitch
I got a few C’s on a bitch (Got slatt)
I’m in another league on a bitch
My diamond ’bout to ski on a bitch (Woo)

[Pre-Chorus: Young Thug]
What’s the move?
I’m tired of eyein’ you (Oh, yeah)
I was tired of spyin’ on you
‘Til the pain last too (Yeah)
Make it rain on you (Make it rain, rain)
It was hard to maintain too, ooh (It was hard to maintain)
I was playin’ games with you
Like you couldn’t play games too, hey, okay

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You just gotta tell me what you want (Tell me what you want)
Louis Vuitton, diamonds, keep calm (Okay)
All you do is point at what you want (Point it out)
Crystal cut pointers in the charm, c’mon (Oh yeah)
Thirty-five dollars for a duff’ (For a duff’)
Nigga tryna buy the cash cost (Woo)
Percy Miller bracelet with the woes
Thirty-five dollars for a duff’ (For a duff’)
You make it twerk for me
You get a purse from me
Eighty thousand dollars for her Birkin
You get a verse for free
I make her worship me
Copy it in bursts for me
Turn to a P-I-M-P, I make her work for me
You don’t want the bag, oh no, no, no
I make her drop it and pop it and work it on my nose
I make her shut up then suck it, she fuckin’ at my shows, mmh
I make her shut up, she fuckin’, she suckin’ at my shows, ayy

Post Malone ft. Young Thug – Goodbyes + lyrics

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Post Malone features Young Thug on a new single titled “Goodbyes”. It’s produced by Brian Lee and Post’s frequent collaborator Louis Bell. 

The track also marks his first single of 2019 and the first collaboration between Post Malone and Young Thug.

“Goodbyes” serves as the second single for Post Malone’s third studio album.

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Goodbyes lyrics

Me and Kurt feel the same 
Too much pleasure is pain
My girl spites me in vein, all I do is complain
She needs something to change
Need to take off the edge
So fuck it all tonight

And don’t tell me to shut up
When you know you talk too much
But you don’t got shit to say

I want you out of my head
I want you out of my bedroom tonight
There’s no way I can save you
‘Cause I need to be saved too
I’m no good at goodbyes

We’re both acting insane
But too stubborn to change
Now I’m drinking again 
80 proof in my veins
And my fingertips stained 
Lookin’ over the edge
Don’t fuck with me tonight
Said you needed this heart, then you got it
Turns out that it wasn’t what you wanted
And we wouldn’t let go then we lost it
Now I’m a goner, I want you out of my head
I want you out of my bedroom tonight
There’s no way I can save you
‘Cause I need to be saved too
I’m no good at goodbyes

I want you out of my life 
I want you back here tonight
I’m tryna cut you, no knife
I wanna slice you and dice you
My heart get possessive, it cut you precise
Can you not turn off the TV? 
I’m watching the fight
My flooded Girard, blue diamond on shock
Hip hop ain’t life dog, it’s Nicki Minaj
You don’t need a key to drive, your car on the charger
I just wanna see the side, the one that’s unbothered
And I don’t want you to never go outside
I promise if they play my niggas slidin’
I’m fuckin’ in a 2 but still riding 
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

I want you out of my head
I want you out of my bedroom tonight
There’s no way I can save you
‘Cause I need to be saved too
I’m no good at goodbyes

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
I’m no good at goodbyes

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
I’m no good at goodbyes

Lil Keed ft. Young Thug – Million Dollar Mansion + lyrics

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“Million Dollar Mansion” is one of the numerous collaborations between Lil Keed and Young Thug, his mentor and YSL Records’s CEO, who is also featured on the outro for Long Live Mexico.

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Million Dollar Mansion lyrics

[Intro: Lil Keed]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Woo


[Verse 1: Lil Keed]
They think they all fly (Yeah), we a different fly (Yeah)
Yeah, we private flight it (Yeah), no need for autopilot (Yeah)
Know we get the highest (Yeah), know y’all all dyin’ (Yeah)
Lift the doors up (Yeah), my wrist is froze up (Yeah)
My neck get colder (Yeah), thought I told ya (Yeah)
We in the fast lane (Yeah)
In a Hellcat (Yeah), or in a Mulsanne (Yeah)
If he bounce back (Yeah), a hundred shots ring (Yeah)
Ain’t got no dogtag (Yeah), how you gangbang? (Yeah)
He not ’bout that (Yeah), he ain’t insane (Yeah)
Give him thirty shots (Yeah), shoot him Curry range (Yeah)
Finger flooded (Yeah), cost more than Audi rings (Yeah)
Yeah, we bossy (Yeah), shit be saucy (Yeah)


[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Costy
You said you want a wedding ring, that’s when you lost me (Lost me)
Go big on big, I’m irritated with your mouthpiece
I drove a G63 Benz to the nosebleeds (Skrrt)
Yeah, I’m her boss, see, see I’m so flossy
Lil’ mama said she want a Benz with the Rolls seats (Want a Benz)
I took a helicopter down to the show freak
I told her private jet, we goin’ shoppin’ overseas
I can go brazy like a shotta, ayy (Brazy like a)
I got some Mansions on the Southside, ayy (I got some mansions on the South)
I’m servin’ chicken, but not Popeyes, ayy (I’m servin’ chicken, but not Pop’)
Pay the tuition, not a shotta, ayy (Pay the tuition, not a shotta)
I told lil’ mama, “Bitch, it’s our time,” ayy (Our time)
We got the juice, we got the Wi-Fi, ayy (Wi-Fi)
We fuckin’ on top our Carter, hey
I just might pass her to my brothers, hey (Just might pass her to my brothers)
Hundred bands on a seat (Hundred)
How the fuck I make a half a million in a week? (How? How? How?)
Yeah, shawty suck me out my sleep
I don’t know just how the hell I woke up with a freak (How? How?)
Goddamn, I got millions with no piece (Damn)
Different bustdown every fuckin’ day of the week (Fuckin’ day of the week)
Livin’ easy breezy, we fuck on designer sheets (Woo)
I had me some Henny with my Act’, now I’m deceased (I’m deceased, nigga)
Million dollar nig’, whip a Maybach out of town (Skrrt, skrrt)
Patek worth a mink, up in the Benz right now (Skrrt, skrrt)
Keep designer kicks on my bitch all the time (Skrrt, skrrt)
Paris Hilton mansion in the hills, I see stars (Skrrt, skrrt)
Abercrombie birds with the doves, we get money (Skrrt, skrrt)
Lambo’ hit the curb, when it dark, it look sunny (Skrrt, skrrt)
I put neon lights in the penthouse for my mommy (Skrrt, skrrt)
Wake up, take a piss, drink a seal every morning

[Verse 3: Lil Keed]
Spendin’ all these goddamn funds
I just put some slimes and some bands on your son
Choker shackles outshine the goddamn sun
John Wick shooters, we not scared of James Bond (Woo)
Talkin’ game to get out her panties
Different Chanel, different occasions
I got hood ratchet shit and she Asian
Whippin’ slime Lam’ truck, it’s Caucasian
Y’all cat, Tigger
See y’all damn whiskers
Her ass soft as pillows
Give her nut like brittle
Louis duffle bag, F&N and bands in it
Yeah, I wore it, left the tag on my expensive drip
She not talkin’ bad, I go pimp and pop them lips

[Outro: Lil Keed]
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh, oh, oh

Young Thug – Monopoly

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After the Success of his last single featuring some top shot rappers, Young Thug is here with this brand new track titled “Monopoly”.

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Young Thug ft. J.Cole & Travis Scott – The London

Young thug is here with this new jaw dropping single titled “The London”. The song boasts features from J. Cole and frequent collaborator Travis Scott, and it marks Cole’s first time musically collaborating with either artist.