Drinks in the air Rich nigga put that ace of spade in the air Mack a couple bitches, yeah we played everywhere Shake it up and pop it, damn she sprayed everywhere And we be saucin' I love her so you know I got to floss and I'm not a dentist but a nigga flossin' I'm fresh to death, they say I should be coughin' I'm 'bout to turn it up She wanna party with a real nigga She wanna party with a real nigga Shawty wanna party with a real nigga She wanna party with a real nigga She wanna party, she wanna party She wanna party, she wanna party Twist it like a Tootsie Roll, Roll, Roll Like a movie play your fuckin' role, role, role Can't believe my circle small like Cheerios Hate to say it but this ain't another Bankroll She tried to pop it all for me Lil shawty tried to drop it all for me But I see right through her body That she just want her money, she just vibin' And if you lick her she just wanna pop it And if you with her bring battery rocket Fucked her good and now her heart is in my pocket Her heart beatin' by the racin' but we gotta pace it Sit on my face, that pussy wet like she fresh out the lake and I milked this place, I beat the case, crank up my generator I got some X, I got some syrup, I'm smokin' turtle tank and And we be saucin' I love her so you know I got to floss and I'm not a dentist but a nigga flossin' I'm fresh to death, they say I should be coughin' I'm 'bout to turn it up She wanna party with a real nigga She wanna party with a real nigga Shawty wanna party with a real nigga She wanna party with a real nigga She wanna party, she wanna party She wanna party, she wanna party I don't know if you gon' roll with me I'm tryna see if you gon' stroll with me Jeffery tryna roll You should try livin' with a gangster Stay down with me if I'm banged up I'ma do or die with you no matter what No matter what Everything about you please me Darlin' now hurry up, I'll eat that pussy From you, away could never push me darlin' I want you for real And if you feel like I wasted your time, I reimburse Now I might put a little interest on it Okay about you, I'm ready to kill I'ma come back on it, appeal Look at my kit, I reimburse And I just might pull a HNDRXX on her Trendsetter era Rich nigga put that ace of spade in the air Mack a couple bitches, yeah we played everywhere Shake it up and pop it, damn she sprayed everywhere And we be saucin' I love her so you know I got to floss and I'm not a dentist but a nigga flossin' I'm fresh to death, they say I should be coughin' I'm 'bout to turn it up She wanna party with a real nigga She wanna party with a real nigga Shawty wanna party with a real nigga She wanna party with a real nigga She wanna party, she wanna party She wanna party, she wanna party

Put your request in and get what you want Girl, it's whatever you want I'm on whatever you want Yeah, it ain't no pressure, girl, get what you want Yeah, I'm on whatever you want I'm on whatever you want (We got London On Da Track) Say I'm whatever you want, yeah Tell that girl, "Give me your number" No tellin', whatever you want This dick, girl, you better be on (girl, you better be on) Talkin' my pole, the stick, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah) Workin' that over shift (yeah, yeah, yeah) That shit that you want it, shit (yeah, yeah, yeah) Put it down, but you a lady (yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah Ain't no pressure, girl, have it your way Flashin' VVS all in your face Count a million cash all in your face, yeah, yeah Smokin' wherever I wanna You know who gon' put it on ya You said we could do whatever Fuck your man, say my dick better Talkin' that pole, gon' stick, yeah Workin' that over shift, yeah Your baby with you, dealin' with you Put it down, get you a Lyft, yeah Put your request in and get what you want Girl, it's whatever you want I'm on whatever you want Yeah, it ain't no pressure, girl, get what you want It's no pressure, baby Yeah, I'm on whatever you want Whatever you want I'm on whatever you want It's YG 4Hunnid 'Cause I like it, I love it I show you off to the public I got you, it's nothin' This how it go when you lustin' Yeah, yeah That pussy triple X, call me, I'll be right there, right there I'm her toy, we got stories, we get buzz like yeah, like Love you for that ass you got, you love me for dinero Usually I care about that, but I don't care though Niggas treat their side pieces better than their mains for sure So she ain't trippin' off them little things, no, no, no Stop playin', girl, what's happenin'? What's happenin'? I got that paper, I want plastic Ayy, stop playin', girl what's happenin'? Hit that request button, watch it pop up like elastic, girl I'm whippin' antidote, I'm straight out the corner store I maxed the black card and I got a lot of more Fuck on the west coast, right out there on Montrose I'm 'bout to kick some shit, I ain't talkin' punts though Bentley coupes and Royces at the front door And she got a nine, ain't talkin' Rondo Got money on his head like it's a poncho (poncho) I got money like a spread, talking dangerous I spread the money on this hoe (I spread the money on this hoe) I'm bussin' all over her homework I'm 'bout to bless her with some dome, yeah (with some dome) I'm 'bout to pass her, come and give a dog a bone, yeah (sheesh) I told the bitch, It ain't no question, gon' get what you want Put your request in and get what you want What you want, baby? Girl, it's whatever you want Tell you, I got the Maybach, I can put you in the Maybach I'm on whatever you want Yeah, yeah, I mean like, what you need? An iced out Rolex? You can get that too Yeah, it ain't no pressure, girl, get what you want Oh, you wanna be a lady? A grown lady? You want the Rolex with no diamonds? Yeah, I'm on whatever you want I'm on whatever you want I can, I can do that, girl Yeah, say she love my type, but she know she ain't ever had this She ain't ever had it like this No I ain't her man, but I'm here when she wanna get managed Shawty know she bad but she don't even know she the baddest When it come to checks, after ass, man, I don't need the fattest I'm on whatever you want I'm on whatever you want I'm on whatever you want I'm on whatever you want I'm on whatever you want I'm on whatever you want (We got London On Da Track)

You ain't never had a thug You ain't never had a thug Beat it all night 'til you had enough You ain't never had a thug Buss it down for a cup Best friend said she only want a blood You ain't never had a thug Wait, wait a minute Wait, wait a minute You ain't never had a thug Wait, wait a minute Wait, wait a minute You ain't never had a thug You ain't never had a thug Tired of these lame ass niggas in the club I ain't here to play games, I ain't lookin' for the love Let your man date you, I'm the one to beat it up Do it 'tll it hurts on the turf, gotta bang mine Hit you from the back while I'm throwin' up my gang signs Take you to the hood, let you cruise around the mainline Hit the blunt and lick the middle at the same time Damn, bet you never had it that way Bring your friend, she ain't with it, send her that way Take a loss, get it back, that's the fast way And I can still make money on a bad day, wait a minute Come and fuck with a thug nigga Only hangin' round with G's and them drug dealers Look, you need a rider, not a punk Hit a nigga line, give it to you what he want You ain't never had a thug You ain't never had a thug Beat it all night 'til you had enough You ain't never had a thug Buss it down for a cup Best friend said she only want a blood You ain't never had a thug Wait, wait a minute Wait, wait a minute You ain't never had a thug Wait, wait a minute Wait, wait a minute You ain't never had a thug You ain't never had a Blood Westside middle finger touch my thumb My Crip bitch take dick like "Aww cuz" That's my spot on the hood I'm in there makin' pornos on the mat' Show the next bitch like this where it's at How you ain't never take dick from the back? Fuckin' up your checks listenin' to "Bangin'" on Wax oh Said you ain't never had that way Dick good call me bad day And the Maybach parked on the alley (What that mean?) That mean a nigga doin' it nasty She want a Piru gang member She just wanna fuck she ain't even tryna hang with you I'ma a P4 not a Chop My sex drive brazy, give it to you when you want You ain't never had a thug You ain't never had a thug Beat it all night 'til you had enough You ain't never had a thug Buss it down for a cup Best friend said she only want a blood You ain't never had a thug Wait, wait a minute (wait a minute) Wait, wait a minute You ain't never had a thug Wait, wait a minute (wait a minute) Wait, wait a minute You ain't never had a thug Come fuck with a thug nigga Only hangin' 'round them G's and them drug dealers Look, you need a rider, not a punk (wait a minute) Hit a nigga line, give it you what he want Wait, wait a minute You ain't never had a thug

Chance The motherfuckin' rapper With a capitalized, uh, times, not the times but you know what I'm saying the times Thugger Lil Boat Chance Lil Boat Am I the only nigga still care about mixtapes Am I the only nigga still care about mixtapes I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch, wanna know how lips taste I swear I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch, wanna know how the lips taste All I can hear is the third, ayy All I can hear is the third, ayy We don't know none of your words, ayy We don't know none of your words, ayy I love my women real tall, ayy Type that can really play ball, ayy You buy my hat at the park, ayy Think I might really play ball, ayy I got a link in my bio, my bitch do the salsa like pico de gallo They gotta ask if they may, Cinco de Mayo How can they call themselves bosses When they got so many bosses You gotta see what your boss say I get it straight out the faucet I ain't felt like this since the third drought, third carter drop Told my momma third grade I'd be in the third Barbershop And you know momma got real worried when she heard college drop But now I call the shots I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste I swear I'm the only nigga still cares about mixtapes Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste Bad little mama, she gettin' it Obama She sting like a bumble bee, hot as the sauna She shine like a Rollie, got that from her momma Can't see me, can't be me, I'm ridin' like a panda That booty gon' roll and it's outta control And these bitches gon' fuck off respect and that loyalty All my bitches lovin' me and they spoil me Rub me down with that lotion, baby oil me Drinking Actavis, baby I'm showin' me In that choppa I see your perimeter Change the culture, cause my ring is a solar Wait one minute I told you Yeah, I would like to know you Yeah, you lucky like clovers Yeah, the clothes no good Mama I do it, your ass I pursue it Just look at me baby I came from the sewers They love all the slime ball Like they fuck all these cats on your slime dog That got me serene like I'm breakin' a bar And I'm ballin' on you like I'm Chris Paul I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste I swear I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste Am I the only one who really care about cover art Growing up I ain't have my brother cause he said the streets gave him a fresh start I ain't know what that mean I bumped heads with my dean Dropped out and hit the scene Now I'm stunting like bling Time and time again they told me no They told me I wouldn't go Cause in high school all I cared about was hoes Well, maybe that shit was my interest Now I spend more than they make at my dentist After 1Night the folks thought I was finished I pin my name to the game like a seamstress Oh, bitch I bite like a gator Fuck them reviews that they put in the paper Did what I wanted, didn't care about a hater Delivered my tape to the world as a caterer Oh, they fuck with me cause I'm different New sound, new appearance Bitch it's Boat from the 6 Give a fuck about a bitch Walk out, my hand on my dick, I'm the shit I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste I said am I the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste

Sippin' on that drank daily, I ain't livin' right I'm all but built, two kids is really I'm livin' that life They tryna connect the dots, but they don't connect like pinstripes Why you call my phone when you know it's tap? Nigga, that's a indict I need a vibe, so we can vibe, lil' thing that's gon' get me right She tatted on her face, so you already know that YG type You can hop in the Maybach, my seats laid back and ride dick all night I need me a freak I wanna fuck all week, on some pussy, ass weak type I need me a thot who gon' ride to the end Some money and some time, you and I, we can spend I gotta keep it on me, I'm at war with my friends Is you down to take it for me or get behind this bitch? Is you down to go to war for me, fuck up your living realistic? Put it down to the floor for me Put you in some ice and some mink You be wantin' more from me Tryna make me strong when I'm weak You be wantin' more from me But I like you more as a friend I been thinkin' 'bout it over and over again (over and over) I been stressin', baby, we was way closer as friends Think about me comin' home, but this road never end I think I've been done with love, I'm not hurtin' again And this is what it sounds like when thugs cry, ayy I just had to break free from my tie, ayy Told that boy just take heed when y'all slide, ayy I can't let him take me from my guys, ayy And I think about it over and over again Momma say "You should come home, you too close to the edge" Wanna play 'round with that dough, but some bones on his head And a young nigga swing that dope, see the road through the glass And we came up from that floor, only mobb get it bad Wanna play 'round with that 4, then he know that he dead Swear the God I miss my bros, wish they rose from the dead I done got rich and I know that these broke niggas mad I been thinkin' 'bout it over and over again (over and over) I been stressin', baby, we was way closer as friends Think about me comin' home, but this road never end I think I've been done with love, I'm not hurtin' again And this is what it sounds like when thugs cry, ayy I just had to break free from my tie, ayy Told that boy just take heed when y'all slide, ayy I can't let him take me from my guys, ayy Yeah, lil' bitty bitch and I fuck wit' my chains on 'Member I was buggin', she told me to get on Ain't see my mama cry in so long They keep callin', so I don't keep my phone on Designer waist, hop in a whip and I race Hope my nigga okay, throw racks up in his face Didn't take long, but I knew that I would be here Cup felt gone, so I felt I need a refill If it wasn't for God, then I swear I wouldn't be here Holdin' on, swear I know I don't need no pills If you ain't gon' slide, lil' nigga, don't even go there Flooded my ice 'til the point I can't even see still My bro right next to me, we wipin' these diamonds clean There ain't no finer me, I moved to a private beach We hit 'til the bank close, try baby where we go So what do we know? Blew up on Vevo And this is what it sounds like when thugs cry, ayy I just had to break free from my tie, ayy Told that boy just take heed when y'all slide, ayy I can't let him take me from my guys Take me high when I got mob ties Over time I got slides Block gon' be his camouflage Can't leave my babies traumatized Bad apple, I got a bag Expensive thing, scholar bag Do his family proud kind of proud They don't know how to gang

This boy got a hit I just want you hear me when I pull up, skrr Have a conversation, don't wanna see you hurt You ain't settle for him 'cause you know your worth Got it from the mud I got it out the dirt These bitches tell you anything to get into your pocket These bitches fucking with me 'cause they know I'm all vibes Pull up in the i8 and these bitches start droppin' She wanna go to my place had these bitches' jaw droppin' See I got tell my feelings gotta tell the truth You could be for these bitches they won't be for you I had a down bitch I ain't know what to do I had to chase this rap shit and go get the loot And I don't mean that I don't give the world to my bitch I know she was down so she deserve to be rich Shawty I'ma go and get you Birkin bags That Rolls Royce you can be the first to have it If I see it, I'm a grab it Take you to Atlanta we gon' flood out Magic You not by my side shawty I can't imagine You make me choosin' you but you know rap my passion I ain't tryna play you this not On Demand Tryna run that check up tryna get them bands That bitch is my fan I am not your man I don't know these bitches they just want my sand Blow up twenty piece 'cause I know I can Put it on a ring so I can ask your hand I'm just tryna blow up while I'm on tour So I can have the flowers hoppin' out that Benz Look at you it's lookin' the mirror Bought you Cartier's now you seeing clearer I bought that new Ferrari we gon' take to dinner Come fuck with double R, we some fucking winners Get your best friend, I call Chris he can tag team along Talkin' 'bout my feelings I ain't tryna brag too long I'm just tryna tell you that I'm all yours Shopping bags, we can have a car full Slide down the window while I pull up Backwoods had the windows rolled up Just make sure that you never ever use me 'Cause I can never fuck with none these groupies Your friend tryna tell you that I ain't a right nigga Don't listen to 'em they tryna have no life with ya Just hang 'em up don't let them break the frame on my picture They fuck the same niggas these bitches won't ride with you See I'm just tryna tell you how I feel inside Turn this music on when you ain't feeling right Turn on Roddy Ricch when niggas tryna vibe I'm in your mind, I'm in your mind Ayy, I'm in your mind Ayy, ayy, tell 'em I'm in your mind Ayy, shawty do you mind Can I just vibe? Ayy, yeah Ayy, don't break the frame on my picture Hey these bitches they won't ride with you Tryna take you to the sky, ride with me Hey, baby I just wanna take you high Fly with me, ayy Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah Hey, hey, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, hey This boy got a hit

Flew my bitch out from Thailand, yeah, she do the most My niggas hot like some Cayenne, sittin' in your throat They spend a quarter million in the private, just for the show Shawty gon' call a nigga "Your highness", 'cause we fuck on the low And I get about 12 for a key If a nigga playin' chess, I'm king My niggas ridin' with Berettas, fuck a sting You know I'm poppin' every little team Got a lot of D, got a lot of hundreds Go to buy the bitch with a lot of money You know Bird loungin' by the pool You know Donbo comin' with the woo I think Keefa just bought some new sneakers Five-thousand, them bitches brand-new I was ridin' on the jet' with lil Setty He my lil' bro, but that nigga heavy I spent 25 thou' on her titties They took her ass fat right out her belly I want some diamonds, I want some baguetties Eliantte callin' every time I'm ready Off a couple bars, I don't need a medic If I did it, then I meant it and I said it Dwayne Wade, I kept the heat Say she a squirter, it got wet on the seat I got a burden like a man in a meet Feel like I buy another safe every week Fivio said she a wetty I was sittin' at the trap house, whippin' shit out the crocker like Betty All a nigga need 'bout ten racks He'll pop you if you pop a 30 My lil' nigga do dirty He just need the lil' wordie Give a fuck 'bout the verdict Flew my bitch out from Thailand, yeah, she do the most My niggas hot like some Cayenne, sittin' in your throat They spend a quarter million in the private, just for the show Shawty gon' call a nigga "Your highness", 'cause we fuck on the low And I get about 12 for a key If a nigga playin' chess, I'm king My niggas ridin' with Berettas, fuck a sting You know I'm poppin' every little team Got a lot of D, got a lot of hundreds Go to buy the bitch with a lot of money Ayy, if I got the time, fuck her like a menace Open up her tonsils like she at the dentist Writin' checks, had to work on my penmanship What you got, I spent more on my fit, I spent more on my bitch 20 bitches on top of the Ritz Got the store, you should cop you some kicks We gettin' money hooray, hooray, hooray Havin' dodey on dodey, ain't talkin' no stimulus We went to war for this shit When you stackin' up paper on paper on paper You gon' need some more of this shit Livin' prototype they gon' copy a nigga I done spent some Ms on my property, nigga Got rich off "The Box" how I box me a nigga Flew my bitch out from Thailand, yeah, she do the most My niggas hot like some Cayenne, sittin' in your throat They spend a quarter million in the private, just for the show Shawty gon' call a nigga "Your highness", 'cause we fuck on the low And I get about 12 for a key If a nigga playin' chess, I'm king My niggas ridin' with Berettas, fuck a sting You know I'm poppin' every little team Got a lot of D, got a lot of hundreds Go to buy the bitch with a lot of money

She said she wanna ride in a coupe So I might pour a five or a deuce, ay Might pour five or a deuce, yeah She said she wanna ride in a coupe, ay Listen, baby, I play my moves with you maybe Listen, baby, you know how I'm livin', baby Young nigga trappin' off the iPhone Black bands, I forgot to turn the lights on Me and my niggas rollin' in the eight-six On some player shit, but yeah, I keep that TEC, bitch I want a hundred bands on a necklace So I get a hundred bands on my necklace 20K on Instagram so, bitch, you think you poppin'? Chase a bag, won't chase a bitch, 'cause broke shit ain't a option I was kickin' in doors, I was really flockin' Know some niggas down bad, know some niggas locked in That's why I keep that double cup poured up That Rollie on my wrist, you know it's frozed up She want a rich nigga, so she chose us See LA 250 how I roll up She said she wanna ride in a coupe So I might pour a five or a deuce, ay Might pour five or a deuce, yeah She said she wanna ride in a coupe, ay Listen, baby, I play my moves with you maybe Listen, baby, you know how I'm livin', baby Young nigga trappin' off the iPhone Black bands, I forgot to turn the lights on My Cuban Diddy Boppin' My Rollie Milly Rockin' It's Ace bottles, if I got it then my niggas got it And we was down bad, now my niggas really shoppin' We cop Birk' bags, 'Lenciaga, Cargan dollars That bitch gon' fuck with niggas 'cause she know I'm ballin' She hit my iPhone, told that bitch stop callin' I clicked on her, told the money, "Bitch, I'm all in" You couldn't dig me, if you did then you would fall in She said she wanna ride in a coupe So I might pour a five or a deuce, ay Might pour five or a deuce, yeah She said she wanna ride in a coupe, ay Listen, baby, I play my moves with you maybe Listen, baby, you know how I'm livin', baby Young nigga trappin' off the iPhone Black bands, I forgot to turn the lights on