That bando music Trap shit Narcotics This for my niggas in the trap selling. Contraband, contraband, contraband Contraband, contraband, contraband Trap house, it don't even matter, or the bando, everybody cook it up Contraband Narcotic, narcotic, narcotic Narcotic, narcotic, narcotic Dope boys right now on the block Running up numbers, young nigga don't need a wallet Dope boy, dope boy, dope boy When a nigga growed up wanna be a dope boy Mom bust in, caught me counting money "Say you better not be dealing that coke boy" Got caught up in breaking them houses First time a young nigga seen 1000 Then I went and copped my Audi Then I had a meeting with a plug on a mountain The plug start frowning Cause I needed 1000 ounces Why you needed 1000 ounces Cause my young nigga finna go snatch 'em Plug, I attack em Calling the plug for ransom Rich nigga pull up in Phantoms Trapping the nicks, flipping them nicks Young nigga I'm walking with cannon My bitch got the dope in her panties You too dramatic All of my niggas go money savage Bricks in the Hummer, it's automatic Contraband, contraband, contraband Contraband, contraband, contraband Trap house, it don't even matter, or the bando, everybody cook it up Contraband Narcotic, narcotic, narcotic Narcotic, narcotic, narcotic Dope boys right now on the block Running up numbers, young nigga don't need a wallet Contraband contraband contraband Take down one hundred birds, I'm a country man The plug is talking Español, I understand Throwing a brick like Randall Cunningham J's they love me cause I got good customer service I live in the trap so sometimes I be nervous Get rich or die trying like Curtis The trap concession stand, get you a slurpy You obviously never been in a trap (never ever) We shortage you, you ain't get money back Beating the pot Mortal Kombat, Jax Brick big as hell, hit it with the axe The gas is Ricky and you need some Act The stove don't work just use a match I'm fucking your bitch, she a nat nat You don't Panamera, got a hatchback Customer customer I am a hustler I got candy Reese's Buttercup Offset is worth 2 million plus Touch down the plug, then drop a rope Contraband, contraband, contraband Contraband, contraband, contraband Trap house, it don't even matter, or the bando, everybody cook it up Contraband Narcotic, narcotic, narcotic Narcotic, narcotic, narcotic Dope boys right now on the block Running up numbers, young nigga don't need a wallet Contraband narcotic narcotic Contraband contraband narcotic contraband Contraband narcotic contraband contraband Smoking OG's from Afghanistan I got the candy, they call me the Candy-Man Bands can't fit in a rubber band No football, I'm walking with thigh pads Baking soda with the water Stove on, throw the dope in a fire pan Pick up the spatula, I'm the ambassador Audi R8 creepin', like a tarantula Making moves, spectacular Beating the dope with the stick and it's magical I set the block off and it's epical Bank of America, walking register Can't fuck wit you niggas, too skeptical Undercover, you work with the federals OG gas bags and it's medical Work in my bando Got cookies they edible Stretching the work it's incredible Pull up on the plug so I can go pick up some Contraband, contraband, contraband Contraband, contraband, contraband Trap house, it don't even matter, or the bando, everybody cook it up Contraband Narcotic, narcotic, narcotic Narcotic, narcotic, narcotic Dope boys right now on the block Running up numbers, young nigga don't need a wallet

Chop it Spin it Contraband got us all our riches Guapo Get me in my feelings Funeral, deadmen Heart beatin to the ceiling Heart beatin to the ceiling Gotta couple bucks It come wit some women They wanna see me winning Money keep em sinning Money keep em sinning Scorpio Spanish bitch call me a cabron Pressing my buttons no iPhone Thought she was slick But I see through that Like she was the camera on my phone Only thing playa bout you is them heels And that pussy or aka my home You ain't home well girl why is the lights on? Back and forth but she fuckin to my song She the girl Id leave money on tables for End up in Grady for heart on claymore I might explode now And I think she know now Tryna use me against me Like Santana cursed now Jaw on a curb now Put me on a shirt now! Chop it Spin it Contraband got us all our riches Guapo Get me in my feelings Funeral, deadmen Heart beatin to the ceiling Heart beatin to the ceiling Gotta couple bucks It come wit some women They wanna see me winning Money keep em sinning Money keep em sinning (Chop it) Exclusive dick (Chop it) That's ya jam huh? Money talk but that pussy whisper right And I can be loose wit money Because you keep it tight Live by it die by it It's the money she choosin Like a gemini baby, flip floppin abusin Does she love me or love me not? Mix signals mixed in the sloppy top Know when she fuck good pain an afterthought Feel like you're a test Am I man enough? Hate when u get too close Hate when I gotta call my hoes When you get it in ya head you can check my phone But I hate when you actin froze (froze) But I hate when you actin froze (froze) Chop it Spin it Contraband got us all our riches Guapo Get me in my feelings Funeral, deadmen Heart beatin to the ceiling Heart beatin to the ceiling Gotta couple bucks It come wit some women They wanna see me winning Money keep em sinning Money keep em sinning Chop it Spin it Contraband got us all our riches Guapo Get me in my feelings Funeral, deadmen Heart beatin to the ceiling Heart beatin to the ceiling Gotta couple bucks It come wit some women They wanna see me winning Money keep em sinning Money keep em sinning Chop it! Chop it!

You make my love feel like contraband You make my love feel like contraband Want me stuck in your quicksand Looks like my love is contraband I tell you Heaven can wait Fire burning in a Taurus' heart But you only want to infuriate So, send my love to St. Barth You say I only wanna jest and I joke Never taking you seriously enough All my decisions, just going for broke Drinking '61 Petrus from a trough You make my love feel like contraband You make my love feel like it's contraband Want me stuck in your quicksand Looks like my love is contraband A bad influence is what I was branded Ohhh, Something you never could withstand Money and power is what I was handed Now, even my love is contraband All my actions are for nought But my words are fraught with danger And your mind's always distraught As you eye the handle of that Derringer Oh oh Oh oh Oh Oh oh Oh oh Oh You make my love feel like contraband You make my love feel like it's contraband Want me stuck in your quicksand In your quicksand Looks like my love is contraband

Blades We move in our finest Blown where the winds guided We move where we want Yeah we move silent No border beyond the island Don't delay if you're ready Come on over don't wait Elevate holding steady Gotta keep it on raise We go higher when it's heavy Then we make a sky blade We move in deeper each day Far beyond the sun One love sea sister Fire below oceans Islands that love becomes You move with such finesse Close but can we keep balance? We fly where want On to the sky palace All color beyond the vibrant Far beyond the sun One love sea sister Fire below oceans Islands that love becomes No border beyond the island Don't delay skies await All color beyond the vibrant Oceans wake suns ablaze

¿Qué es lo que pasa, Camaleón? Calma la envidia que me tienes Aunque tú cambies de color Yo siempre sé por dónde vienes Yo te conozco, Camaleón Lo que te está volviendo loco Es que tú has visto, poco a poco Que tu maldad no me hace daño Que estoy más fuerte cada año Eso te está rompiendo el coco ¿Qué es lo que pasa, Camaleón? Que tú ve' que tu maldad no me hace daño ¿Qué es lo que pasa, Camaleón? Que aunque tú trates de pararme, sigo fuerte cada año ¿Qué es lo que pasa, Camaleón? Yo vivo, vivo, vivo, vivo de la verdad y tú comiendo del engaño ¿Qué es lo que pasa, Camaleón? Adonde yo vaya, tres guerreros van conmigo ¿Qué es lo que pasa, Camaleón? Ellos protegen mi espalda contra los malos amigos Ten cuida'o con el Camaleón Qu, detrás de la sonrisa, lo que esconde es su rencor Ten cuida'o con el Camaleón Aprende a reconocerlo, aunque cambie de color Ten cuida'o con el Camaleón No me arrastra tu corriente porque no soy camarón Ten cuida'o con el Camaleón Aunque te enseñe la cara, no te muestra el corazón Ten cuida'o con el Camaleón Con anzuelo tan chiquito, no se pesca tiburón Ten cuida'o con el Camaleón Disque amigo, pero ten cuida'o Disque que amigo, pero ten cuida'o, cuida'o Ten cuida'o con el Camaleón Lo reconozco donde quiera, donde quiera Aunque llegue disfraza'o