Respect It (feat. Young Thug) - Big Sean

Yeah Yeah YSL Pussy niggas actin' like they never had shit All these bitches actin' like they never had shit I got a bad bitch, she said she always had shit All these flawless diamonds, yeah they're lookin' glassy Catch that nigga slippin', I'ma do 'em nasty Check out my attire, this expensive fabric And we can wrestle just like Randy Savage My jewelry as cold as an attic The kush that I smoke'll blow your lungs out I'ma walk in and clutch it like it's a war house All your bitches thats busted, they live in your house What goes up comes down, my nigga, north south I done ran up them M's without a tour now She done stepped up her game, Christian couture now These niggas thought that they knew it but they don't know it now I swear to God they're pursuin' at all my shows now Hopped out my 'vette and hopped right in a foreign Bitch don't get close, this a mothafuckin' warning Suck that dick good, I'm the mothafuckin' warden She runnin' away from my weed like it farted She don't wanna swallow so I put it on her neck I beat that pussy up, she loud as a parade I got 1 million but only 10 in the bank I taste a sample, I only buy if it's dank I cook fishscale, and sang to her same time like Tank I was born in '91, 23 years old with a whole lotta stain (5 star mothafucka) Baby can you feel my pain? All my diamonds need to be drained I got a gangsta bitch that's gon' bang And I got racks up, I can't complain And all my dogs, they're dirty, check for mange And all I gotta do is reserve your brains And I'm a gangsta, my nuts, they gon hang Who said you was straight? Boy you need to be retained Pussy niggas actin' like they never had shit All these bitches actin' like they never had shit I got a bad bitch, she said she always had shit All these flawless diamonds, yeah they're lookin' glassy Catch that nigga slippin', I'ma do 'em nasty Check out my attire, this expensive fabric And we can wrestle just like Randy Savage My jewelry as cold as an attic The kush that I smoke'll blow your lungs out I'ma walk in and clutch it like it's a war house All your bitches thats busted, they live in your house What goes up comes down, my nigga, north south I done ran up them M's without a tour now She done stepped up her game, Christian couture now These niggas thought that they knew it but they don't know it now I swear to God they're pursuin' at all my shows now Took the Rollie off, put the Breitling back on Walk in the room and I cut the lights on Why you spending like that? Cause I ain't ever had shit This that real nigga Paper Route, YSL shit Never loved a bitch but I love money In the church payin' my tithes with drug money Went and got a new plug, got mama a new house And a couple new coupes, that's how a young nigga live Couple bitches, good weed that how a nigga chill Top floor, penthouse, still crackin' seals Them Houston niggas be like, "That young nigga trill" Them New York niggas say that young nigga ill My mama always told me dress to kill My uncle always told me pack the steel That nigga Thugger, that's my mothafuckin' brotha From a motherfuckin' other, I'ma show you how to make magic The fuck is you mad at? Got your bitch dancin' all in my spot with no panties I said, "Bitch where your mothafuckin' man at? Fuck that, where your friends at?" Dammit Sold 50 P's, hold it, have to bag it That little bitch you lovin' on, I been had it Pull up in a new drop, that thang nasty Mama call all my big booty bitches trashy Pussy niggas actin' like they never had shit All these bitches actin' like they never had shit I got a bad bitch, she said she always had shit All these flawless diamonds, yeah they're lookin' glassy Catch that nigga slippin', I'ma do 'em nasty Check out my attire, this expensive fabric And we can wrestle just like Randy Savage My jewelry as cold as an attic The kush that I smoke'll blow your lungs out I'ma walk in and clutch it like it's a war house All your bitches thats busted, they live in your house What goes up comes down, my nigga, north south I done ran up them M's without a tour now She done stepped up her game, Christian couture now These niggas thought that they knew it but they don't know it now I swear to God they're pursuin' at all my shows now

Run it back, run it back Oh baby, I just wanna replay and run it back I just wanna replay and run it back Oh baby, every time we play (Every time we play) Wanna run it like a running back (Run it like a running back) I just wanna replay (I just wanna replay) and run it back Oh, baby I just really wanna see you bom bom Oh, baby I'm gonna light your bum Oh, baby, hop right up baby up 'pon 'pon Oh, baby, we just wanna be eatin' pom pom Oh, baby Let's have a replay (Replay) I'm on it (On it) Whenever she say (I'm on it) Whatever she want, she got it And she gon' shoot 'em down Oh, baby Running me to run it up Lil' some some for the one I want My number one, my of God and goddess, that's a holy fuck We at the rich suites, like it's Peachtree We gon' run it up like floor seats Nigga got game, I'm like Gucci Mane She a keeper mane, she go both ways Make her fall in love, fuck, smoke a blunt Now when we drunk, wake that pussy up Too high to sleep, wetting all the sheets That's a kitty call, just unplug the phone Gucci bag call, Gucci bag cash Reaching for my phone, let me record that ass Let me record that ass If the shit leak, don't be mad Oh baby, I just wanna replay and run it back I just wanna replay and run it back Oh baby, every time we play Wanna run it like a running back I just wanna replay and run it back Oh, baby I just really want see you bom bom Oh, baby I'm gonna light your bum Oh, baby, hop right up baby up 'pon 'pon Oh, baby, we just wanna be eatin' pom pom Oh, baby Let's have a replay (Replay) I'm on it (On it) Whenever she say (I'm on it) Whatever she want, she got it And she gon' shoot 'em down Oh, baby Beat it in the Cadillac, that pussy got me sidetracked Like Kylie I'm with Tyga, we the perfect match Put it in the belly, she feel the impact Put it in her chest and make that hoe get hollow Shawty pussy wet, are you gonna take off your clothes? Take a ride with me, I'll help you see what you lost Anything happen here, anything goes Money on the counter, Versace couch on the floor I got big booty bitches shakin' ass by my door Heated marble got lil mama ridin' tip-toe My brother a Tyga, I'ma go Let's have a replay (Replay) I'm on it (On it) Whenever she say (I'm on it) Whatever she want, she got it And she gon' shoot 'em down Oh baby, I just wanna replay and run it back I just wanna replay and run it back Oh baby, every time we play Wanna run it like a running back I just wanna replay and run it back Oh, baby I just really wanna see you bom bom Oh, baby I'm gonna light your bum Oh, baby, hop right up baby up 'pon 'pon Oh, baby, we just wanna be eatin' pom pom Booyaka, booyaka Grra, grra Boom, boom, boom Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Booyaka, booyaka Grra, grra Boom, boom, boom Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Let's have a replay (Replay) I'm on it (On it) Whenever she say (I'm on it) Whatever she want, she got it And she gon' shoot 'em down Oh, baby

When I was just hustling broke, didn't nobody see me through it Word to my mother, knew it, but I still went through it Snooze, then you lose, guess I snoozed 'cause I still went through it Cried 'bout the Bentley coupe, ooh, man, I still went through it Now I wrap my millions up, wonder how he do it When I run my mills up, man, nobody see me do it Last album deal up, labels tryna see me through it Charlie put them M's up, niggas thought he really blew it Now I keep a S on my chest, baby I saved the world in a dress, baby Paranoid, them demons want my flesh badly Fell in love with sipping the 'Tech, baby I just wanna hustle the best, baby Keep the money close, I don't trust, baby Run up on me, told you I'ma bust, baby Tryna keep me going when I nut, baby Say you don't love me, better look me in my eyes Tried to play me, your face looked surprised I told you day one I was gonna find out Heard 'bout you sneaking, bringing niggas in your house I feed the block, I make 'em hustle, get your crumbs up We know you freaked that little bitch, you can't tongue us She broke my heart and basically told me get my lungs up Ever since then I don't love again She tried to tell me I wasn't him My self-confidence 'bove the rim Got a few brothers in the pen None of the green dots in They got chains on and iPhoned up Few blows on and they bracelet diamond cut up He ready to get it on, don't wanna talk 'bout love That blade seven-fifty, shouldn't of ate that up Couple niggas with me say they faced that up They going head first, no time to ask what's up, yeah That's the definition of he love me, undress me and fuck with me The time come, you crying and you gone Now I keep a S on my chest, baby (Ayy) I saved the world in a dress, baby (Yeah) Paranoid, them demons want my flesh badly (Yeah) Fell in love with sipping the 'Tech, baby (Grr, grr) I just wanna hustle the best, baby (Bitch, I just) Keep the money close, I don't trust, baby (I don't trust, nah) Last album deal up, labels tryna see through it Charlie put them M's up, niggas thought he really blew it

We got London on the track Got my bae with me, you know what I'm sayin'? If she don't get what she want she whine I reminisce when I get high (I'm so happy) Looked up baby and say goodbye I tied my ties, she no longer cry, look you in your eyes, tell you that I know she livin' for a nigga, dyin' for a nigga I whip that pussy with no bowl jumpin' out, lil' nigga That pussy look just like a cut, a soakin' cut, lil' nigga Yeah, I'm a freak, you know I'm pullin' up to lunch, lil' nigga I'd never snooze to lose, I would never snooze to lose on you Yeah, I'ma give you a couple bands, want some more boobs on you Hey, I'ma sit back and pay attention like school on you Yeah, I'ma shoot inside that pussy like a wholly on you Goddamn, I'm sorry b, I know you'd accepted my apology I know that ass fat, apple bottom please I need a deep throat baby, swallow me I love it when you're around baby, follow me I only eat green, yeah, koala leaf We shoot with big guns like a Call of D She never say no, she ain't stallin' me I kept my heart locked up in a safe, hey You can't shoot with a pistol, need a K No, you can't see it, it is tragic by your face But when it need air, air it out in a safe lil' place I can see it on her face that If she don't get what she want she whine I reminisce when I get high Looked up baby and say goodbye I tied my ties, she no longer cry, look you in your eyes Tell you that, I know she worth it No, these ain't no drugs, I know she worth it Yeah, my mama say that she ain't perfect But if this is how I'm feelin', it's gonna work Yeah, roll me some kush I don't want no purp (Hey) Damn, I broke her heart, now my heart hurt I don't know why but I done cut down on that syrup At least I got that lil' bitch ballin', she don't gotta work Oh-no-no, she ain't had no job, but she have a purse Yeah-yeah-yeah, she know I'm the truth, places I'm in first No-no-no, I don't want you bitches, ya'll basic and thirsty Yeah-yeah, she taught me well It took some time, but it was worth it She get on top and ride it, Kentucky derby You should see, I count that money like a nerd bitch I'ma ball some with my dawgs but they ain't Courage Her whole body same color, I call it perfect Say, if she don't get what she want she whine I reminisce when I get high (Yeah) Looked up baby and say goodbye I tied my ties, she no longer cry, look you in your eyes Tell you that, I know she worth it No, these ain't no drugs, I know she worth it Yeah, my mama say that she ain't perfect But if this is how I'm feelin', it's gonna work Yeah, roll me some kush I don't want no purp

Wheezy outta here Ooh-woo, diamonds peek-a-boo Ooh-woo, I done fucked the crew Ooh-woo, I done did the robbin' I done did the jackin', now I'm full rappin' I put on my brothers, I put on my bitch Had to wear the dress 'cause I had a stick You know where the bag at, tell me where it is I came from rags to riches, I'm the shit I can no longer disguise it, bitch, 'cause I'm rich I got cars galore, lil' bitch, 'cause I'm rich I escaped everyone on the list 'cause I am supposed to be rich I don't care 'bout no cop, I'm tellin' you just how it is Put it in a Uber, send it to a shooter Ask me how they do it, kickin' shit, Ryu, Ken Put it in a cab, send it to a Arab Hit 'em with the MAC now, now his whole body scabbed Cash on the delivery (Ayy) G.O.A.T. talk of the century (Oh) No time for gibberish, all the critics hearin' this All the bitches lipstick, and her pussy slippery I can call a troop, go by the name of Duke Kidnap a kangaroo, I can send a moose (Woo) Niggas stole a chain, but I ain't worried, fool I'ma keep on spinnin' 'til they tell me who Ooh-woo, diamonds peek-a-boo Ooh-woo, I done fucked the crew Ooh-woo, I done did the robbin' I done did the jackin', now I'm full rappin' I put on my brothers, I put on my bitch Had to wear the dress 'cause I had a stick You know where the bag at, tell me where it is I came from rags to riches, I'm the shit I can no longer disguise it, bitch, 'cause I'm rich I got cars galore, lil' bitch, 'cause I'm rich I escaped everyone on the list 'cause I was supposed to be rich I don't care 'bout no cop, I'm tellin' you just how it is I don't gotta throw you shit like Kaepernick, nah I got seven bitches with me, Kaepernick Yeah, R.I.P. Nipsey, I can tell you how they get rich I can tell you how to die or how to live in this bitch I can tell you how to talk the most impeccable shit I can show you how to walk like you got decimals, bitch Show you how I can get the top from all the top ten bitches I got white Adderalls and I have amoxicillin I got lights on, baby, I got moths in this bitch No fly zone, caught you like you're mouse in this bitch Growin' tycoon and I took some losses, you bitch I'm a boss, but I don't like to take a Loss in this bitch (Wheezy outta here) Such a player but I cake and cuddle all of my bitches I got layers, I got millions, I got all type of buildings Fuck around and air the pussy nigga out like linen Last nigga tried me, almost got popped in Lenox Ask the cops, ask the detectives, they know all the business Ask the cops and the detectives, all the jury districts Ask the kids at school who ambitious, all the missions Gave the lawyer close to two mil', he handle all the killings I don't know when and I don't wanna know who 'flodged Bentley's I don't know what's goin' bro, I think they all spillin' We don't speak 'bout shit on wax, it's all mob business We known to kill the biggest cats of all kitties Ooh-woo, diamonds peek-a-boo Ooh-woo, I done fucked the crew Ooh-woo, I done did the robbin' I done did the jackin', now I'm full rappin' I put on my brothers, I put on my bitch Had to wear the dress 'cause I had a stick You know where the bag at, tell me where it is I came from rags to riches, I'm the shit I can no longer disguise it, bitch, 'cause I'm rich I got cars galore, lil' bitch, 'cause I'm rich I escaped everyone on the list 'cause I was supposed to be rich I don't care 'bout no cop, I'm tellin' you just how it is

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