Look, alright, yeah I'm sittin' out here waitin' on 'em Alright look, if you don't got it, you don't gotta do all that I don't give a fuck where you was at, I just You know where to be at Uh, shippin' sticky lately Niykee Heaton, Nikki Baby, I was Nicki crazy Had dreams of menagin' both but they been missin' lately I'm off the liquor so I'm different maybe Listen baby, I drove Alyssa crazy, these bitches hate me Shout out to Gail, she forever real You ever feel like you need me then you know the deal I know she never will, and I respect her still She saw the wave and kept it real before my record deal But now I'm settin' sail, yeah I'm settin' sail A star born starboard in this wretched hell My life is extra real, my film gon' need some extra reels Robin went and got a Batmobile Oh yeah, the come up is real, but so is the come down Yeah, I get the chills every time that you come around I be in my feels every time that you come around Don't know how to feel any time that you come around The come up is real, but so is the come down Yeah, I get the chills every time that you come around Don't know how to feel every time that you come around I be in my chills, yeah Look, uh, watchin' her come up Okay, I guess I got the worst from her Three months, and I ain't even heard a word from her That ain't a loss, it's tuition 'cause I learned from her I moved to Cali, made a million in my first summer Uh, shit's lookin' up, like bird hunters I bought a 4Runner for my third gunner Then there's a catch like I got money to throw She ain't a catch she gonna come for your soul Even though, even though she gettin' shared like Sonny Bono I still pull up the videos and run 'em slow-mo But wait, I told her nobody's safe Lookin' like I just stepped outta somebodies safe The come up is real, but so is the come down Yeah, I get the chills every time that you come around Girl, I'm in my feels every time that you come around Don't know how to feel every time that you come around The come up is real, but so is the come down Yeah, I get the chills every time that you come around Girl, I'm in my feels every time that you come around I be actin', uh, look But look, tryna find a jam in this lil' room You know you never pick a rose when it's fully bloomed Walkin' out the house like: Who you runnin' to? Fuckin' with dude that's young enough to be a son to you Crazy how you lookin' shorty You pushin' 40 Like baby, now you lookin' for me You lookin' sorry No cure for the insecure But you can share my soul with me since you're missin' yours Okay, you see, attention what I needed but you still ignore it So I paid less of it to get a little more I know, immature You know, this shit is yours I might as well go get this dick insured Yeah, the come up is real, but so is the come down Yeah, I get the chills every time that you come around I be in my feels every time that you come around I be actin' (yo this shit crazy) Uh, look, but so is the come down Yeah, I get the chills every time that you come around I be poppin' pills every time that you come around You be stealin' mills tryna give me the run around I know the deal, yeah, fuck it You know when you lose money on these hoes, it ain't really a loss my brother, that's tuition Yeah (graduation), we all got degrees in this shit (congratulation) I got nine PhD's and eight Masters Yeah, don't call it love baby, don't call it love 'cause you can't find a way to hate me It ain't love, love you though

Ridin' rubber, rent checks, livin' on ramen Chappin' our ass 'cause we can't afford Charmin Rockin' that one-ply, one-ply Shakin' down the couch, found a buffalo nickel Medium guitar pick, Burger King pickle It's kinda petrified, petrified Dollar's worth of gas didn't even move the needle Livin' this leave-a-penny, take-a-penny life Doors unlocked 'cause there's nothin' left to steal Haw, baby doll, that's alright Hey, girl, got that million dollar kiss Know just what to do with it Gettin' me feelin' filthy rich Hey, girl, put that body all on me Like I hit the lottery Everything you do to me, honey, that's money Money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money Girl, I sure can't tell you've been workin' your butt off The way you're rockin' them second-hand cutoffs Can I talk you into takin' 'em off? Score a little discount, 6-pack Keystone Use a paper sack, twist a little home grown Go on and get a Friday night on Girl, one of these days, gonna look back laughin' Sippin' pomegranate sake at Nobu But, baby, 'til then I'm a have-not havin' And everything I have's got, with you Hey, girl, got that million dollar kiss Know just what to do with it Gettin' me feelin' filthy rich Hey, girl, put that body all on me Like I hit the lottery Everything you do to me, honey, that's money Money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money Dollar's worth of gas didn't even move the needle Livin' this leave-a-penny, take-a-penny life Doors unlocked 'cause there's nothin' left to steal Haw, baby doll, that's alright Hey, girl, got that million dollar kiss Know just what to do with it Gettin' me feelin' filthy rich Hey, girl, put that body all on me Like I hit the lottery Everything you do to me, honey, that's money Money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money

I've been working so hard, I'm punching my card Eight hours, for what? Oh, tell me what I got I get this feeling, that time's just holding me down I'll hit the ceiling or else I'll tear up this town Tonight I gotta cut loose, footloose kick off your Sunday shoes Please, Louise pull me off a my knees Jack, get back c'mon before we crack Lose your blues everybody cut footloose You're playing so cool, obeying every rule Dig a way down in your heart You're burning, yearning for some Somebody to tell you That life ain't passing you by I'm trying to tell you It will if you don't even try You can fly if you'd only cut loose Footloose kick off your Sunday shoes Oowhee, Marie shake it, shake it for me Whoa, Milo c'mon, c'mon let's go Lose your blues everybody cut footloose, Cut footloose, Whoa Cut footloose, Whoa Cut footloose, Whoa. Cut footloose, Whoa We got to turn you around And put your feet on the ground Now take a hold of your soul I'm turning it loose Footloose kick off your Sunday shoes Please, Louise pull me off a my knees Jack, get back c'mon before we crack Lose your blues, everybody cut footloose Footloose kick off your Sunday shoes Please, Louise pull me off a my knees Jack, get back c'mon before we crack Lose your blues Everybody cut everybody cut (Everybody) Everybody cut everybody cut (Everybody) Everybody cut everybody cut Everybody everybody cut footloose

BLAKE Following the viral success of his breakout hit "Flexin" in late 2016, San Antonio rapper BLAKE... read more Ay, ay Woof Ay, ay Look Diamonds look like piss (piss) Diamond chain on piss (piss) Now my wrist on sick (sick) Now my bitch real thick (thick) Pull up, then I skrrt (skrrt) Look at they expression (spression) Ben Frank on me too, he blue I think he got depression Diamonds look like water (water) She drip drip like water (water) Hit that bitch, don't call her (call her) Dodge like Charger (Charger) Pull up then I charge her Lil' bitch bad and bougie Can't dap you up, you a fuck nigga Fuck niggas got cooties I'ma leave they feelings hurting Windows down on purpose Hanging out the window, swerving Baby Snapchat made me nervous 'Cause my main bitch, she be lurking I swear she do the most Boy, you talk a lot Let's talk about why you so broke Wait, talk too much, bitch, shut up I'm your young dumb motherfucker BLAKE, why your belt unbuckled? Tryna save your bitch some trouble (wait) Ex-bitch mad, oh well (well) Cop that pack wholesale (sale) Mama like, "What's that smell?" Had to move the pack out the crib that's hell Panoramic my whip Hoes all on my tip 100s blue like a crip Bust my nut... dip Left wrist, holy moly (damn) Fuck you niggas, we not homies Used to have to cop the O-Z Now a nigga need the whole thing Pull up, then I skip Keep it brief and quick Tripping over a bitch Broke niggas make me sick No, I won't call her Fuck her, don't bother One hundred, need charger One hundred, need charger On fleek, yup Bossed up, yup Turning heads, right left Strike a pose, yup Yeah, I seen them pussy niggas Pussy nigga, do you need some help That boy there gon' need some milk Flex on 'em, yup Bitch I'm feeling dangerous Wrist on fucking singing Beat so fucking dangling Belt so fucking hanging Had to hit 'em back 'Cause that ass was like on whoa (whoa) Niggas playing games And they stuck in story mode Bitch talking 'bout shrimp and steak (steak) Tell a bitch get out my face (face) I can't take your ass on no date (wait) But I can hit your ass with that BLAKE (ooh) Boy, quit tweeting, it's okay Little nigga all in his feelings Can't figure out why is it Broke niggas always got the most opinions (ooh) Had to show you niggas who's next up Baby, quit talking, that's extra Just say I'd like a checkup Why you peeking my message Ask too many fucking questions Send me one more text message You gonna hate the rolling sessions Why these niggas so lame Wanna talk down on my name Niggas thought that I was playing games Wrist looking like Johnny Dang Lil' boys like, you funny Talking 'bout, you ain't making money Hating on me, but now I got your bitch Ha-ha-ha, God don't like ugly Ha-ha, ha-ha