Lane Switcha (feat. A$AP Rocky, Juicy J & Project Pat) - Skepta & Pop Smoke

Get your money, get your money Say you need some extra cash to pay for college with And it just so happens I got a lot of it Spin around the pole while you're doing splits By the end of the night might earn you a scholarship You a college chick, you a college chick Keep twerking baby, might earn you a scholarship You a college chick, you a college chick Keep twerking baby, might earn you a scholarship 100 dollars, 100 dollars, 100 dollars, trick 100 dollars, 100 dollars, 100 dollars, trick You a college chick, you a college chick By the end of the night might earn you a scholarship Clap that ass, just like the clapper All these bands now these bitches wanna fuck with rappers I got my Ghost outside, I call it Casper Ain't no nigga fly as Juicy J, ask NASA Show me some, I might owe you some Them bands waiting and I know you want 'em I'm tryna pay your student loans Fuck your boyfriend, I want your number Let me get that becky while I'm rolling up Send my watch back to my jeweler, it ain't cold enough Just a bunch of bad college chicks in the W with no clothes on Trippy cup in my hand in the bathtub with my robe on Tell all your girlfriend that I'm breaking bread and down to fuck One night, fuck a wife, trippy niggas never cuff Well fuck her master, she got her bachelor So she only fucking rappers, she tired of cappers And she only shake for backups, so shake it faster It gets better every chapter, spit that Project Patta (She call me master!) Money, money, money while she grindin' on the pole Dollar for a show but don't nobody gotta know (Get it, get it off the floor) She shakin' it like she strippin' She only representin' for her bitches out in Memphis Hol' up, hol' up wait a minute, I just came to my senses I'm trippin' if I'm trickin' if I'm paying your tuition Cause you know a couple principles or pals in your division Pay attention, how I'm livin', bet you hate it like detention Motherfucker...

I hear em talking, money make a hater madder than a bitch Got my check up, now you know I get more cash than a bitch Got a pocket full of paper and a bad yellow bitch Ass fatter than a bitch My car faster than a bitch What you saying, make em madder than a bitch What you saying, get more cash than a bitch What you saying, got a yellow bad bitch Ass fatter than a bitch, my car go faster than a bitch A hunnid billion dollars, that's the conversation Nigga I got more whips than a dominatrix Pretty bitch jump on my dick, lemme drive ya crazy And you heard that my paper thicker than the yellow pages Press that button lose the top, make it disappear Its so lonely at the top, but I love to hear Pass that cream bitch I'm higher than Apollo 13 On that purple martini and a ounce of blue dream So much money, make the counter blow a fuse Live in the fast lane and fuck all the rules I'm living on the edge, fuck a hater, fuck the feds If I buy more ice, I might need to buy a sled Smoking loud, drinking hen, man I'm higher than a bitch Lick harder than a bitch Wanna stick it in a bitch Ferragamo louis shit All designer in this bitch I got gold on my teeth and neck, I'm shining as a bitch Bitch love to see this shit, niggas mad than a bitch Throw a cop in the parking lot, just shot him bout a bitch I ain't tripping bout you man, I'm on dead presidents All my niggas killas and they scared of the penitent-ions Money always make a broke mad, make him envy Never bowing down to a bitch, it ain't amendment Lamborghini cost a ticket and I'm tryna rob that bitch Pat your running up the check, we ain't tryna hit that shit You wanna say something about the pimp? Gimme his address bitch I'ma come to his house If they can fear that then they can fear whats really going around down here mane I'm glad we got an island where we can at these bitch niggas out, ya know what I'm talking bout? I can go broke any minute, still making 4 million in an hour Closing deals with the cartel on my speakerphone in the shower My bitch on the shower You niggas is cowards, get the fuck off of my lung I'm cutting the grass with them choppas Bullets is sounding like do-do-do-do hitting niggas and flowers I don't fly jets, I buy jets I'm from the low rise, high ground, projects Fuck you and your street cash, little ass plump check You sign niggas, I sign niggas, I buy the label I'm in the Soho House in the library, eating sushi with Cong ly Getting throwed from your politician, this ho wanna elect me Still a hood nigga tryna fuck everything Life in the villa, getting zarilla, nigga Think of my scrilla Keeping my wolves on deck like Michael on Thrilla

Man there's so many niggas out here still owe me fucking money and shit mane You know what I'm saying Shit crazy man Keep that shit though dawg We still getting mo (808 Mafia) Yo nigga got me hot so I'ma make him hot Fire his ass up Make his body rock Make his body rock Make his body rock Breaking news He pronounced dead on the spot I know what they say But know what I say? I say, fuck them niggas I say, fuck them niggas I say, fuck them niggas I know what they say But know what I say? I say, fuck them niggas I say, fuck them niggas I say, fuck them niggas I ain't playing bout the money nigga Bang bang Pull up on your block Bang bang No diamonds in my watch This a plain jane If you keep punching the clock You get the same thang I got a Bent with no top That bitch nasty My chain got a 100 rocks That bitch flashy How I made it to the top? Don't even ask me I just pulled off with your thot That bitch trashy I fishtail off the lot My shit go 200 Pockets full of Papa Smurfs Nothing but blue money Nigga hate, probably mad cause I fucked your woman (I fucked her) Shorty all in your face She never saw it coming Yo nigga got me hot so I'ma make him hot Fire his ass up Make his body rock Make his body rock Make his body rock Breaking news He pronounced dead on the spot I know what they say But know what I say? I say, fuck them niggas I say, fuck them niggas I say, fuck them niggas I know what they say But know what I say? I say, fuck them niggas I say, fuck them niggas I say, fuck them niggas I throw two fingers or two hands That means gang, gang I make a call to my shooters That mean gang bang These niggas tricking on these broads That's a shame shame I did it once but won't never do it again, again I'm smoking KK so we never on the same strain I'm flying private so we never on the same plane It's me and YOLO ratchet chick I got her giving brain Ran up on'em now the homies like Don't die kane, mane My new car insane I'm in the ghost, getting ghost Out here switching lanes And if a nigga act tough Then my niggas spray They don't care they hitting everything that's in the way Taylor Gang Yo nigga got me hot so I'ma make him hot Fire his ass up Make his body rock Make his body rock Make his body rock Breaking news He pronounced dead on the spot I know what they say But know what I say? I say, fuck them niggas I say, fuck them niggas I say, fuck them niggas I know what they say But know what I say? I say, fuck them niggas I say, fuck them niggas I say, fuck them niggas I don't rock with you niggas like that-aaa Breako to the head Come up off them recordaaas Barrell to the stomach Chopper blowing out his back-aaa Pull like [?] moves if the walls to my backaaa Then I'ma creep at a low speed Chopper what you gone see Fire out them AK barrels the last thing you gone see If I'm masked up then you got a better chance of living If I'm bird faced then It's just according to how I'm feeling You niggas like hoes You like to argue and fuss I raise up that fire stick I'ma let it buss Find your body somewhere [?] like some rock cocaine Shot him in the head Brains, hanging like a chain Yo nigga got me hot so I'ma make him hot Fire his ass up Make his body rock Make his body rock Make his body rock Breaking news He pronounced dead on the spot I know what they say But know what I say? I say, fuck them niggas I say, fuck them niggas I say, fuck them niggas I know what they say But know what I say? I say, fuck them niggas I say, fuck them niggas I say, fuck them niggas

Fuck niggas gon' multiply 'Fore the real niggas die, fake niggas gon' multiply 'Fore the real niggas alive (yeah), fuck niggas won't multiply (real nigga shit) Fuck niggas won't multiply Fuck niggas won't multiply (mhm) Igh, igh-igh-igh, igh-igh, igh-igh, igh Yeah, nigga, it's your boy Juicy J Man, you gotta watch out for these old backstabbin' Broke ass, you know what I'm sayin'? Jealous hatin' ass niggas out here, man, you know what I'm sayin'? Man, these niggas ain't no real niggas, man, know what I'm sayin'? Niggas be smilin' in your face Back in the buildin', sold crack in the livin' room Niggas toe-tagged, sold gats for a livin' Durag, keep a red or blue flag in the denim One you be with be the one to shoot at ya in a minute (yeah) Come to Harlem if you never seen Baghdad First place I seen a nigga sell crack at Where the hustlers don't sleep, take cat naps Shorty with the shotty limpin' like he got a bad back, bad back Even in my will, keep it real, thuggin' in my field 'Til the day I peel, keep it trill, anything I feel (yeah) Youngins trained to kill, aimin', bangin' steel and slangin' krill She shake it all for Satan just to paint her nails and pay her bills (yeah) I ain't really fuckin' with that Been Trill Swear them niggas booty like Tip Drill (uh) Nah, I ain't really into throwin' shots But these motherfuckers better give me my props, word to Pac We're the reason that these niggas gettin' throwed Reason why you niggas wearin' gold Jail pose in the pictures, prayin' fingers to your nose I remember, if Pimp was alive he'd tell these hoes And these niggas Even in my will, keep it trill, to the day I peel (mhm) Even in my will, keep it trill, to the day I peel (mhm) Even in my will, keep it trill, to the day I peel (mhm) Even in my will, keep it trill, to the day I... When the real niggas die, fake niggas gon' multiply When the real niggas die, fake niggas gon' multiply When all the real niggas die, fake niggas gon' multiply But if the real niggas alive, fuck niggas won't multiply I'm the original Balmain badass, nigga (yeah) I'm the original Margiela madman, in the words of A$AP Yams Smack the shit out a nigga in these skinny pants, feel me? Don't get it fucked up, nigga, we been jiggy, been pretty Still tell a bitch suck my dick, swag, swag, nigga (Shut the fuck up!) Fuck with a nigga like me (woo) RIP my nigga Pimp C (woo) HBA shit is weak, you can keep that (yeah) Shit, I might fuck around and bring the Jeep back (uh) No doors on it, flexin' with the seat back (yeah) B-Boy with the G pack, might fuck around and bring the mink back Word to Big Boi and 3 Stacks, nigga If you deaf bring the beat back, nigga (uh) Fuck with a nigga like me (woo) (yeah) RIP my nigga Pimp C (woo) (yeah) HBA shit is weak, you can keep that (yeah) I'm a trend setter, you ain't even peep that (yeah) Where the hoes, where the weed, where the cheese at? (Uh) Fuck the FCC, tell 'em bleep that (yeah) (We ain't no fashion killers nigga, we fashionable killers) (Y'all got Flacko fucked up) I'm the mothefuckin' Lord of this fashion shit Don't I deserve just to brag a bit? (Yeah) Set the blueprint, fuck your two cents Number one stunner, ask Tumblr if I'm accurate (yeah) My motherfuckin' swag is immaculate (uh-huh) Plus I got enough style just to mack your bitch (yeah) I think back to when Pac is packin' lint It's like a nigga got rich on accident Now back to Pimp Bitches lie, killers never lie Triggers on the side by side, bet I'm down to ride Prosper said, "Let's ride to the sky," call it catastrophic We don't ever die, we just multiply, bitch (yeah) Fake ass niggas, you know what I'm sayin'? These niggas be out here Talkin' 'bout they a street nigga and shit, man niggas be gettin' extorted like a motherfucker out here Man, you know what I'm sayin'?

Hit town like a freight train runnin' Starin' at us like deer in the headlights Never thought you had another thing comin' Did the same damn thing to 'em last night Everywhere we go, everywhere we been Leave a trail of ashes and a trail of sin Pack up the gear, let's hit the road We got a long way to go now Up in smoke Down in flames Jump on board Rollin' like a freight train Clap your hands Stomp your feet Boogie on down to the redneck backbeat Throwdown, it's a hillbilly hodown Fire it up, we can go all night now Come on, y'all, ain't no joke Watch the world go up in smoke Little gal in the skin tight britches Get up and get down to the front row Sure, hope your boyfriend ain't lookin' He won't get hurt by what he don't know He don't know that I know, and you know I got some plans for you, baby Everywhere we go, everywhere we been Leave a trail of ashes and a trail of sin Pack up the gear, let's hit the road We got a long way to go now Up in smoke Down in flames Jump on board Rollin' like a freight train Clap your hands Stomp your feet Boogie on down to the redneck backbeat Throwdown, it's a hillbilly hodown Fire it up, we can go all night now Come on, y'all, ain't no joke Watch the world go up in smoke, yeah Oh, yeah, uh-huh Come on, yeah Everywhere we go, everywhere we been Leave a trail of ashes and a trail of sin Pack up the gear, let's hit the road We got a long way to go now (Go now, go now, go now) Up in smoke Down in flames Jump on board Rollin' like a freight train Clap your hands Stomp your feet Boogie on down to the redneck backbeat Throwdown, it's a hillbilly hodown Fire it up, we can go all night now Come on, y'all, ain't no joke Watch the world go up in smoke Oh, watch 'em now