I might take your nigga shoppin' Show you hoes what's poppin' (what's up, bitch?) Pull up, bentley, to the projects, tell that nigga, "Hop in" (hop in) I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (yeah, yeah) Bad bitches in his comments, I'm the trendin' topic (I am, bitch) This lil' rocket in my pocket, don't make me go pop it, yeah I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (he like it, yeah) Bitch, I make him eat it sloppy, I might make him clean it up (yeah) Make that nigga wanna top me, if he want me, eat it up (eat it up) I don't like these bitches in my Business, I don't sneak and fuck (yeah) I might give that ho her problem, Tell that bitch to keep it up, yeah, yeah We top floor with my top off Put it down on him, knock his socks off (uh) Show you bitches how to pimp a nigga He can't keep shit, he gotta drop it off (ayy) Pretty bitch, he like to brag on me (brag) Tryna put a new ass on me (ass) I'm so damn expensive, uh He know he gotta spend a bag on me (on God) I like bitches more, I like bitches who can pass the score (ayy) She want that Dior, I might make that ho get nasty for it I be sellin' niggas dreams, he like, "bae, talk to me nice" (duh) I'm so indecisive, but that nigga still gon' wanna wife it (uh-huh) I might take your nigga shoppin' Show you hoes what's poppin' (what's up, bitch?) Pull up, Bentley, to the projects, tell that nigga, "Hop in" (hop in) I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (yeah, yeah) Bad bitches in his comments, I'm the trendin' topic (I am, bitch) This lil' rocket in my pocket, don't make me go pop it, yeah I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (he like it, yeah) These niggas try to be like Gucci but they need to stop it (skrrt) I get it off, put up the re-up, then fuck up the profit (yeah) I'm in my B truck with my feet up, gettin' some sloppy toppy (ugh) Pockets on Biggie and I love it when she call me papi (papi) Just came from Cali', spent a hundred thousand dollars shoppin' (well, damn) It ain't no budget, ain't no option, if I want it, cop it (go) She love it when I beat it up, she never tell me, "Stop it" (never) I let her see too much too quick, I hope she keep it silent (huh) I'm in the VIP, takin' a sip with my lil' pocket rocket (pop, pop) I'm just a dope boy from the six but I'm tryna buy the rockets (wow) I'm in the corner with QC, it's packed, it's body, body (bling) I hope that nobody try Wop 'cause he gon' hurt somebody (Wop) I might take your nigga shoppin' Show you hoes what's poppin' (what's up, bitch?) Pull up, Bentley, to the projects, tell that nigga, "Hop in" (hop in) I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (yeah, yeah) Bad bitches in his comments, I'm the trendin' topic (I am, bitch) This lil' rocket in my pocket, don't make me go pop it, yeah I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (he like it, yeah)

They say Magic City super lit, so I pulled up in front of it Bitches on my summer drip and I just brought out some of it When they see all these racks I'm orderin' They get so disorderly My new AP so watery It make her pussy watery I told her, "Pick a chick, pretty and thick" She wanna see in front of me Exotic whips, designer drip I think the Feds recordin' me When they see all these racks I'm orderin' They get so disorderly When they see all these racks we orderin' Pussy start gettin' watery I'm like, "Nah, nah, nah, nah" I got so much money now Couple 'round me 'fore the fucker came out I used to pull up to Club M, smokin' on a half an ounce Rockin' Jordans 'fore the fuckers came out First I took over the South, took the golds out my mouth I woke up with a motherfuckin' Ghost in my house I'm a gold mouth idiot I'm not with that silly shit Fuck all that articulate, my jawbone's illiterate Money unlimited Cash, I'ma spend that shit My diamonds be hittin' shit, bezin' out the Elliot Multi-million dollar nigga, they know I'm a predicate I don't think you ready yet New watch, it ain't ready yet They say Magic City super lit, so I pulled up in front of it Bitches on my summer drip and I just brought out some of it When they see all these racks I'm orderin' They get so disorderly My new AP so watery It make her pussy watery I told her, "Pick a chick, pretty and thick" She wanna see in front of me Exotic whips, designer drip I think the Feds recordin' me When they see all these racks I'm orderin' They get so disorderly I'm on the stage, she in the audience Money keep her company Ice froze like a blizzard Finesse a nigga like a motherfuckin' wizard "Lean Back," Fat Joe, outta sizzurp Choppa hit 'em both, they're together, it's a his-hers Lil' hoe, what's good? What's the bizz-word No cap when I said, "I'ma hit first" My time, broke nigga don't deserve Any bitch wanted beef, ate dessert Shoppin' and spendin', I don't got no limit Fuckin' him good, throw it back, I be killin' the money He called it one hell of a feelin' Aye, bruh, tell these niggas I'm grindin' like Diddy Broke bitch need a payroll Eight hundred dollar shoes, Valentino Bitches be lost, so they fuckin' for the cheat code Summertime drop, I'ma pop out with a peacoat Freak hoe got no mileage, bitch You're my hating addict, bitch Keysha just the baddest chick And Asian, I'm a savage, bitch Who said I'm not rappin' shit? I'm harder than your daddy dick Took off, I'm not average I'm solid, Moleskin fabric They say Magic City super lit, so I pulled up in front of it Bitches on my summer drip and I just brought out some of it When they see all these racks I'm orderin' They get so disorderly My new AP so watery It make her pussy watery I told her, "Pick a chick, pretty and thick" She wanna see in front of me Exotic whips, designer drip I think the Feds recordin' me When they see all these racks I'm orderin' They get so disorderly I'm on the stage, she in the audience Money keep her company

All of my friends are settling down They're only kids but they're married now Let's follow the lights Let's follow the crowd Baby we got to get out Let's get out of this town I want an ocean view, somewhere As long as I'm next to you, I don't care I don't wanna live my life in circles I just wanna find an empty road Let's get away from here, let's go All of my friends are settling down They're only kids but they're married now Let's follow the lights Let's follow the crowd Baby we got to get out Let's get out of this town (Ah, Kygo) I'm Gucci Mane, the champion I'm battling for the title (huh?) I got women say they love me I'm an American idol (wow) I don't like the practice quarter Million for recital I got fans all over in Africa Awaiting my arrival Five million, just on diamonds I call that a bridal shower 300k an hour and is really giving me power (power) Do I really love my, uh (what?) Or do I love her body? (Yah) Do she really love me? (Huh) Or do she love my money? It's Gucci! (Gucci) All of my friends are settling down They're only kids but they're married now Let's follow the lights Let's follow the crowd Baby we got to get out Let's get out of this town Let's get out of this town Let's get out of this town Let's get out of this town Let's get out of this town Let's get out of this town Let's get out of this town

Money stacked up like Pablo, peso after peso You don't want to war with Pablo They'll kill you when he say so Touch down with it like Pablo In Zone 6, I'm Pablo Diamonds on my neck like Pablo And the feds on my ass like Pablo Pablo, Pablo, Pablo Pablo, Esco Pablo, Pablo, Pablo You don't want to go to war with Pablo Pablo, Pablo, Pablo, Esco Pablo, Pablo, Pablo, Esco You don't want to war with Pablo Feds on my ass like Pablo Touch down with the dope like Pablo In Zone 6, I'm Pablo Stop the track! Salute to El Chapo 21 gun salute, R.I.P. Griselda Blanco Peso, euro, all about dinero Tailored suit like Pablo, time to sell this yayo Guwop, call me Pablo Box-load of bricks with a bar code I could cook a duece something with a blindfold Mail your head to your mama with your eyes closed Pablo life, got them Pablo prices And I'm keeping steady, so I'm Pablo icy And the whole crew like it if Pablo like it El Guwop drop trying to outsell Nike Pablo, Pablo, Pablo, Pablo It's silver or lead yeah, that's my motto Young Scooter, my vato, Ferrari, my auto Head honcho, house so big they think I hit the lottoMoney stacked up like Pablo, peso after peso You don't want to war with Pablo They'll kill you when he say so Touch down with it like Pablo In Zone 6, I'm Pablo Diamonds on my neck like Pablo And the feds on my ass like Pablo Pablo, Pablo, Pablo Pablo, Esco Pablo, Pablo, Pablo You don't want to go to war with Pablo Pablo, Pablo, Pablo, Esco Pablo, Pablo, Pablo, Esco You don't want to war with Pablo Feds on my ass like Pablo Touch down with the dope like Pablo In Zone 6, I'm Pablo Extendos, cinnamon rolls, Pillsbury big biscuits 7 .62s, and 5 .56s Telling is prohibited, snitches witness Turn a blind eye and a deaf ear You probably want to mind your business Act like you can't see or hear A-tisket, a-tasket Now the fuck nigga in the casket My money stretch like elastic Serving that tragic magic That nasal candy, that nostril dust You don't really want to go to war with us Ashes to ashes, dust to dust Bringing in work in U-Haul trucks Got more bags than Kris Kringle (Santa) Puffing on a spliff of Bullwinkle (spinach) Manipulate a broad with the lingo (slang) She let me hit it we ain't even have to mingle (game) All up in her panties like a single Put it down like I'm Mandingo (beat 'em) Having my chips like Reno (feddy) Guns longer than the neck on a flamingo (thumpers) If you're ready already, then you ain't gotta get ready I'm out here selling that Becky, bout my chalupa, my fetti Hoping the law don't catch me grittin' out here pushing that white Serving fiends, smoking out of homemade pipes I'm a thug from the mud, I've got the block in my blood I'll take the top off the bottle and drink up all of the suds Down and dirty bout mine, I'll put some cheese on your thoughts Some bread on your head, no matter the cost, my... Money stacked up like Pablo, peso after peso You don't want to war with Pablo They'll kill you when he say so Touch down with it like Pablo In Zone 6, I'm Pablo Diamonds on my neck like Pablo And the feds on my ass like Pablo Pablo, Pablo, Pablo Pablo, Esco Pablo, Pablo, Pablo You don't want to go to war with Pablo My big brother, the dope man 5 straps like Bruh Man It's Pablo and the pimp man Tax a bitch like Uncle Sam Fuck niggas be like "aw man" Cause we young niggas and we getting it And y'all niggas is jealous Cause y'all niggas ain't getting shit I say yes, nigga, indeed I dress better than I read Shine gold teeth when I chief Pick your eyes up when I speak Got that big ranch, real horses Y'all niggas blue cheese Only talk big money, with real niggas Y'all niggas too cheap, Pablo! Money stacked up like Pablo, peso after peso You don't want to war with Pablo They'll kill you when he say so Touch down with it like Pablo In Zone 6, I'm Pablo Diamonds on my neck like Pablo And the feds on my ass like Pablo Pablo, Pablo, Pablo Pablo, Esco Pablo, Pablo, Pablo You don't want to go to war with Pablo Pablo, Pablo, Pablo, Esco Pablo, Pablo, Pablo, Esco You don't want to war with Pablo Feds on my ass like Pablo Touch down with the dope like Pablo In Zone 6, I'm Pablo

Yeah, this shit goin' up (ka-ching) We gon' keep goin' up, we ain't gon' stop Gotta let these fuck niggas hate Yeah, yeah, uh, yeah, go, go, go, can't stop Uh, go, go, go, can't stop, I put boogers in my watch, snot (ugh) Yeah, uh, yeah, go, go, go, can't stop Yeah, go, go, go, can't stop, I put boogers in my watch, snot Mmh, snot, uh, yeah, go, go, go, can't stop Uh, go, go, go, can't stop, I put boogers in my watch, snot Mmh, yeah, uh, yeah, go, go, go, can't stop Yeah, go, go, go, can't stop, I put boogers in my watch, snot (ugh) Uh (uh), double R the gang, yeah, you know I brought the racks out (yeah) Whole gang poppin', we can show you how to act out (yeah) You ain't makin' noise, stay your ass in the background (whoa) SRT supercharged, hear the 'Cat sound (phew, phew) All these hoes choosin', I ain't even gotta mack down (whoa) Perc's and the Addy hittin' hard, got me bitin' down (ugh) I don't need security, got the .40 on me right now (yeah) Yeah (yeah), nigga talkin' to a pussy nigga, better pipe down (better pipe down) Really bought the foreign, long way from the Greyhound (from the Greyhound) Put in they face every day, now they hate now (now they hate, yeah) I ain't gotta move, get 'em touched through the PayPal (through the PayPal) Never had a drought, got the plug on speed dial (on speed dial) Deep up in the sky, won't come down (won't come down) Now I'm paranoid, walkin' 'round with my gun out (gun out) Yeah, yeah, go, go, go, can't stop Uh, go, go, go, can't stop, I put boogers in my watch, snot (ugh) Yeah, uh, yeah, go, go, go, can't stop Yeah, go, go, go, can't stop, I put boogers in my watch, snot Mmh, snot, uh, yeah, go, go, go, can't stop Uh, go, go, go, can't stop, I put boogers in my watch, snot Mmh, yeah, uh, yeah, go, go, go, can't stop Yeah, go, go, go, can't stop, I put boogers in my watch, snot I wipe my nose with money (yeah), I keep snot on my knot (well, damn) They say the whip decrease in value soon as you pull off the lot (so?) Mr. Pop It A Lot, big boogers sittin' on my watch (burr) Big Icy Gang, I'm CEO, just in case you forgot (it's Gucci) And if you reach for my jewelry, have to pick out a jury So confident no one gon' take it, I ain't even get insurance (wow) Her kitty cat, got it purrin', she like, "Damn, you got endurance" It's somethin' like 200K or better just to make an appearance (well, damn) Cut the bullshit I'm hearin' 'bout somebody I'm fearin' I'll put a dress on yo' mama, get a new dad for yo' chil'ren Watch your move 'cause I'm chillin', I always root for the villain Niggas still in they feelings, guess they be mad 'bout the millions, it's Wop Yeah, yeah, go, go, go, can't stop Uh, go, go, go, can't stop, I put boogers in my watch, snot (ugh) Yeah, uh, yeah, go, go, go, can't stop Yeah, go, go, go, can't stop, I put boogers in my watch, snot Mmh, snot, uh, yeah, go, go, go, can't stop Uh, go, go, go, can't stop, I put boogers in my watch, snot Mmh, yeah, uh, yeah, go, go, go, can't stop Yeah, go, go, go, can't stop, I put boogers in my watch, snot, ugh

(Rhythm is both the song's manacle and it's demonic charge. It is the original breath, it is the whisper of unremitting demand. "What do you still want of me?", says the singer. "What do you think you can still draw from my lips?" Exact presence that no fantasy can represent. Purveyor of the oldest secret, alive with the blood that boils again, and is pulsing where the rhythm is torn apart. How your singer's blood is incensed at the depth of sound. Lacerations echo in the mouth's open erotic sky where dance together the lost frenzies of rhythm and an imploring immobility. Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Grace Jones. Jones the Rhythm.) Slave! Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm Axe to wood in ancient times Man machine, production line The fire burns, with heartbeats strong Sing out loud, the chain gang song Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm, The rhythm... master... master... Never stop the action, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up. Slave to the rhythm, work to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm. Slave to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm, Slave to the rhythm, work... to the rhythm, To the rhythm, work to the rhythm, to the rhythm. Slave, slave, To the rhythm, to the rhythm, to the rhythm. (Grace) Oh that's weird... (Grace Jones, welcome) Thank you Paul. And if you're wondering what's wrong with my voice, I just choked on my saliva. So... (Now obviously you're in the Bond movie.)

You can ride all day long Another Myke Diesel production (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I'm back, my music tracks about to sell another mil' My pants stay saggin' from them hundred dollar bills These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Before I came I just say the streets wouldn't feel The - that I'm spittin', the - that's real But now I'm like Melo, I'm the king of the hill American dream, I'm livin' that for real Eleven cars later - tell me how you feel Took the diamonds off my teeth And put 'em on my Phantom grill (smile, ha ha) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I used to get dissed by the chicks in the club Now they want to rub my belly, wanna show your boy some love They see me iced up, they be like, "What's up?" Try to jack me if you wanna, I'ma leave you - up Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz I used to have homies, now I'm like, "- friends" 'Cause even back then all they did was pretend Now I got my own label Ice Age and I'm boss I'm the mayor of this town with the key to that vault All my cars black on black except the one with thick gloss Got another white on white I call that - rick Rick Ross (Ross) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone (hahahahahaha) Chasing a man you can't see (you can't see me, baby) So just walk away, and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain American Dream, album and movie on the way, baby