Saved (feat. E-40) - Ty Dolla $ign

Y'all be hella high powered on them socials Face-to-face, I don't feel all them emotions Money plays, I don't make 'em with emotion Focused, never loafin', enough drip to fill an ocean Ooh, me on ho shit, never Ooh, big boogers in a bezel Ooh, real niggas like 'Ooh' You ain't tryna lose, better follow my moves, on God Not from Buffalo, but I'm playin' with a few Bills My medallion frostbitten, might give a penguin the chills I'm the author and I'm an inventor of this style that you spongin' up Your bitch on my fender, I told her, 'I'm married, don't wanna fuck' I pray to my God like I'm at a mosque On my knees like I'm arrested by the cops Prices go up and down like a see-saw Cameras up in my studio, I could see y'all Flyer than the Blue Angels, more sticks than the glue man got My rifle was stock 'til I modified that bitch with a bump stock (A bump stock?) An accessory that I bought I could turn a semi to fully, put hellas holes in your hoodie Hella holes in your hoodie, hella holes in your lip These 7-point-6-2s'll eat your whip Hot-headed, I'll blow a fuse, I'll put out a hit Give you and your niggas the blues, I'm with the shit (BIATCH!) Y'all be hella high powered on them socials When we got face-to-face, I don't feel all them emotions (Not close) Money plays, I don't make 'em with emotion Focused, never loafin', enough drip to fill an ocean Ooh, me on ho shit, never Ooh, big boogers in a bezel Ooh, real niggas like 'Ooh' You ain't tryna lose, better follow my moves, on God On God, I ain't playin' wit' you niggas My side gettin' money with the winners Yeah, I see what they be doin' but I don't feel 'em Stars in the ceilin', watchin' for the killin' (What?) Murder the scene like I pulled up in an ambulance (Woo) Nigga, whoever laughs, Silent Gary get the gat You need the gas? Oh damn, let me poot California legend, rest in peace Ron Newt (What?) Miss me with that thug talk 'cause I ain't tryna hear You may fool what's in that mirror but that shit ain't in your spirit You may want me on your song, but on my mama, I ain't gon' clear While I'm ready for that drama, on my mama, I don't fear it Ask 40, and the dead homies, and my new Roley It's a bunch of me's everywhere, it's like the game cloned me I ain't gon' never ever forget what the game showed me So now I'm back to get everything the game owe me (What?) Y'all be hella high powered on them socials (Hella high) Face-to-face, I don't feel all them emotions (Not one) Money plays, I don't make 'em with emotion Focused, never loafin', enough drip to fill an ocean Ooh, me on ho shit, never Ooh, big boogers in a bezel Ooh, real niggas like 'Ooh' You ain't tryna lose, better follow my moves, on God More hammers than a tool box (Tool box) More poles than the Bass Pro Shop (Pro Shop) Don't get scalped with the tomahawk (Tomahawk) Don't get your head put on the choppin' block (Choppin' block) Be careful who you ridin' with 'Cause you ride with might be into some shit (In some shit) These bitches'll have you pussy-whipped Thinkin' wit' ya dick'll get ya hit (Get ya hit) I don't trust nobody, you either my friend or foe (Foe) I don't even trust my own family no more (More) I remember cookin' ki's of candy or blow Now I get six figures at these festival shows When we shootin' dice it's hully gully pee-wee, no catcher (Uh) Bet I 10 or 4 before I 7-11 Bet you I could sic a bad bitch on a reverend Bet you if I ran for mayor I'd win the election (BIATCH!) Y'all be hella high powered on them socials Face-to-face, I don't feel all them emotions Money plays, I don't make 'em with emotion Focused, never loafin', enough drip to fill an ocean Ooh, me on ho shit, never Ooh, big boogers in a bezel Ooh, real niggas like 'Ooh' You ain't tryna lose, better follow my moves, on God

It's hard for me to go soft Back me up in a corner and I'ma get off Get you gone if you double cross Niggas jealous 'cause I'm saucy like spaghetti sauce Or should I say lemon caper, diamonds giggin' like a drum major I go this little bitch, I be milkin' the bitch for all her paper Thick like cake mix, all the ballers wanna pay her, save her Charlie Check a Chick is what they call me, not a caped crusader I'm plugged in, I know everything, keep my ear to the gravel I know these streets like my muthafuckin' shadow Under certain circumstances, it's manda-, stay with a stapler You never know who a hater 'cause ain't no congratulators Where I'm from, gotta be a quick decision-maker In the slum, put holes in your car like a cheese grater As of lately, it's crazy, it's been a spark up in crime The murder rate inflate in the heat of the summertime What's-his-name told, ol' boy got popped (popped) They stripped some nigga last night at the spot (spot) Potna went down, now everybody hot That's what I heard at the barbershop What's-his-name told, ol' boy got popped (popped) They stripped some nigga last night at the spot (shot) Potna went down, now everybody hot (What you heard?) That's what I heard at the barbershop (The barbershop) I'll get to knockin' like a rock band Heavy metal shit, drumsticks in niggas' hands They say he ran off with half a man And they don't want him dead, just to understand You keep playing with this Bay shit Where niggas see the plan, don't say shit Go the wrong day to get your taper fixed Could put you in the mix over paper quick Yeah, in the chair, you gon' hear the drama Side bitch and her mama jumped the baby mama She was being messy all in the comments Talking 'bout, "Excuse me, he left his condoms" Man, these bitches ain't playing fair That told the welfare she be doing hair Be havin' hella niggas in and outta there And they be smokin' with the kids, they ain't even player What's-his-name told, ol' boy got popped (popped) They stripped some nigga last night at the spot (shot) Potna went down, now everybody hot That's what I heard at the barbershop What's-his-name told, ol' boy got popped (popped) They stripped some nigga last night at the spot (shot) Potna went down, now everybody hot (What you heard?) That's what I heard at the barbershop (Ugh!) Goons, goons Pistols be poppin' just like balloons, balloons Niggas be dropped in emergency rooms, rooms The smirkish be plottin' on the tycoons, tycoons They'll kick in your door in the afternoon, the noon Be strapped with mini-Macs See me, mama snaps, already know where them pennies at Real life hittas don't come in a beanie cap They do it bare-faced off powder and Henny yak Niggas gon' give him that, run him and shit You either take the L or get shot in your lip Suckas lay low but a boss'll flip Put a hundred on the Lamb', 50 more on the wrist The niggas is pissed; if they move, it's fonk Them boys got them problems niggas really don't want Flexin' in the thang, park it right out front Be the talk in barbershop for the next three months (BIATCH!) What's-his-name told, ol' boy got popped (popped) They stripped some nigga last night at the spot (shot) Potna went down, now everybody hot That's what I heard at the barbershop What's-his-name told, ol' boy got popped (popped) They stripped some nigga last night at the spot (shot) Potna went down, now everybody hot (What you heard?) That's what I heard at the barbershop (The barbershop)

Dnyc3 Michelin Star restaurants, Cohiba cigar blunts Front row seats at the UFC fights, first class flights Homeowners Association fees and property taxes Earthquake insurance just in case something collapses Wholesale license and DBA's Selling alcohol by the truckload, selling liquor by the case Record labels and streams, billion plays One day I'ma own a baseball team, the Giants or Oakland A's Growing up in the struggle, you gotta be wired right Can't be snitchin' and tellin' on fellas like a vice Gotta be made for hustlin', know your weaknesses and strengths Gotta go with your heart and your gut, trust your instincts When I was growing up they taught me all the rules Never put your right foot in your left shoe I was a quiet dude, I never gave a clue Gotta watch this dude 'cause I'll do somethin' to you, BIATCH! I pull up with the music poundin' Both pockets full, lookin' astoundin' (Astoundin') Check all my mirrors, they be clownin' Gotta watch your surroundings (Your surroundings) I pull up with the music poundin' Both pockets full, lookin' astoundin' (Astoundin') Check all my mirrors, they be clownin' (Clowinin') Gotta watch your surroundings Kudos to my inmates in them fire camps Programmin' and doin' their time like some champs Reading books and eating healthy with no pork Cardio, push-ups and bar work My uncle used to always tell me, 'Nephew, go for it Don't be tryna buy it if you know you can't afford it If the good Lord bless you when you come across a check Say 'Thank you, Jesus,' show some respect' Keep quiet as it can be, careful, don't flamboast They'll run through your pockets, take off your clothes They'll mix you, they'll kick when you out cold No matter the age, young or old Livin' out here in the sludge where they hold a grudge and they bust 7-point-6-2's and double eye bucks I'm from Vallejo, California, the Yay Startup company, Seed A, BIATCH! I pull up with the music poundin' Both pockets full, lookin' astoundin' (Astoundin') Check all my mirrors, they be clownin' Gotta watch your surroundings (Your surroundings) I pull up with the music poundin' Both pockets full, lookin' astoundin' (Astoundin') Check all my mirrors, they be clownin' (Clownin') Gotta watch your surroundings So many catastrophes, so much stress Where elementary teachers get paid less Watch your surroundings, stay ready and pack a gat When you're washing your clothes at the laundromat The closest ones to you will set you up Give you up for a couple of bucks Break bread with the enemies, split the worth Then go to Neiman's and purchase a man purse Life is too short, so one don't plan to live long Sorrow and hurt, the mamas cry on the phone Face on a shirt, they can't afford a tombstone Ain't nobody home when you ask for a loan Gotta watch 'em 'cause they quick Go in the gas station and get bipped Break your car window, take your belongings Your backpack, your laptop, and all your earnings, BIATCH! I pull up with the music poundin' Both pockets full, lookin' astoundin' (Astoundin') Check all my mirrors, they be clownin' Gotta watch your surroundings (Your surroundings) I pull up with the music poundin' Both pockets full, lookin' astoundin' (Astoundin') Check all my mirrors, they be clownin' (Clownin') Gotta watch your surroundings Gotta watch your surroundings (Your surroundings) Gotta watch your surroundings (Your surroundings) Gotta watch your surroundings (Your surroundings) Gotta watch your surroundings (Your surroundings)

I don't drip, I melt (Melt) Coupe gon' melt (Melt) Diamonds all ice, so you know they gon' melt (Woo) New bands melt 'cause they same color water (Yeah, yeah) I don't need the rain, I can do it myself (Yeah) I don't drip, I melt (Hell yeah) Water, water, water Yeah, bitch, I melt (Woo, hell yeah) Water, water, water Euh, VVS, holdin' water on my chest Never confess, I'm too blessed to even stress Frozen whips, Richard Mille and baguettes Dressed to impress, tattoos on my arms and flesh Flex and finesse, fetch the fetti, get the bag On the mic, where you can find me in the lab Diamonds bright, lit up like a launching pad On my hype, everywhere I go I pack Tall cash, stash, stack and try to make it last Northern California life is rougher than a Brillo Pad Anyone'll take your life, anyone'll do ya Watch the way you move, don't let the diversity fool ya I don't drip, I melt (Melt) Coupe gon' melt (Melt) Diamonds all ice, so you know they gon' melt (Woo) New bands melt 'cause They same color water (Yeah, yeah) I don't need the rain, I can do it myself (Yeah) I don't drip, I melt (Hell yeah) Water, water, water Yeah, bitch, I melt (Woo, hell yeah) Water, water, water Uh, water, water, The Waterboy, Bobby Boucher Drippy neck, spent about 200K All due respect, to thy God my tithes I pay Every day, I get on my knees and pray Smell the aroma, cologne I wear Plum Japonais I'm a boss, I should give myself a raise Movin' weight, but I ain't talkin' 'bout the gym They love to hate, 'cause I'm out here havin' Ms Tall cash, stash, stack and try to make it last Northern California life is rougher than a Brillo Pad Anyone'll take your life, anyone'll do ya Watch the way you move, don't let the diversity fool ya I don't drip, I melt (Melt) Coupe gon' melt (Melt) Diamonds all ice, so you know they gon' melt (Woo) New bands melt 'cause they same color water (Yeah, yeah) I don't need the rain, I can do it myself (Yeah) I don't drip, I melt (Hell yeah) Water, water, water Yeah, bitch, I melt (Woo, hell yeah) Water, water, water I don't drip, I melt (Melt) Couple gon' melt (Melt) Diamonds all ice, so you know they gon' melt (Woo) New bands melt 'cause they same color water (Yeah, yeah) I don't need the rain, I can do it myself (Yeah) I don't drip, I melt (Hell yeah) Water, water, water Yeah, bitch, I melt (Woo, hell yeah) Water, water, water

Give me a G, give me a O A to the freaks, T to the hoes Give me a G, give me a O A to the freaks, T to the hoes Bitch, I'm the GOAT (GOAT) Bitch, I'm the GOAT (GOAT) Bitch, I'm the GOAT (GOAT) Bitch, I'm the GOAT (GOAT) Bitch, I'm the GOAT (GOAT) Bitch, I'm the GOAT (GOAT) Bitch, I'm the GOAT (GOAT) Bitch, I'm the GOAT (GOAT) Bitch, I'm the GOAT (GOAT) Bitch, I'm the GOAT, I'm not a sheep I'm countin' fetti when I'm asleep Ho, I'm a mogul, your dude is a hobo I got a black belt in rap, not Taekwondo If I drop the ball I'll recover my fumble My rap career long a Mexico tunnel Bitch, I spit facts, I drop gems, I don't mumble I come from the game, mayne, I'm solid, won't crumble Name a rapper with more slang than me, my nigga (I'll wait) Name a rapper with more game than me, my nigga (I'll wait) Name a rapper that taught you things like me, my nigga (I'll wait) I'm the GOAT since 1988 Give me a G, give me a O A to the freaks, T to the hoes Give me a G, give me a O A to the freaks, T to the hoes Bitch, I'm the GOAT (GOAT) Bitch, I'm the GOAT (GOAT) Bitch, I'm the GOAT (GOAT) Bitch, I'm the GOAT (GOAT) Bitch, I'm the GOAT (GOAT) Bitch, I'm the GOAT (GOAT) Bitch, I'm the GOAT (GOAT) Bitch, I'm the GOAT (GOAT) Bitch, I'm the GOAT (GOAT) Bitch, I'm the GOAT, look at my wrist Stare at it too long, it just might blind a bitch (BIATCH!) I chase the marbles, I get my quid (Quid) The dank that I smoke is top shelf, it ain't mid (Who are you?) I'm the realest nigga in it from the cradle (The soil) Paved the way for hella independent labels (I'm royal) Bricklayer that laid the bricks, helped pioneer this And you a nerd if you ain't got me on your playlist I'm one of the greatest of all-time, it ain't no question I done reinvented myself hella times, my nigga, dozens I'm your favorite rapper's rapper and my voice is an instrument 28 studio albums strong, three decades, I'm still relevant, BIATCH! Give me a G, give me a O A to the freaks, T to the hoes Give me a G, give me a O A to the freaks, T to the hoes Bitch, I'm the GOAT (GOAT) Bitch, I'm the GOAT (GOAT) Bitch, I'm the GOAT (GOAT) Bitch, I'm the GOAT (GOAT) Bitch, I'm the GOAT (GOAT) Bitch, I'm the GOAT (GOAT) Bitch, I'm the GOAT (GOAT) Bitch, I'm the GOAT (GOAT) Bitch, I'm the GOAT (GOAT)

Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, woo-woah, yeah Girls like you (girls like you) Always got a bad attitude (ooh, yeah) God made bad bitches rude (bad bitches rude) God made bad bitches rude A lot of ass on her lip, body bad, you strip Pretty face, but a flip, in her bag with the chip (Chip) Blowin' racks at the Fifth, girl, keep it up, I can see ya Ain't nothin' like I got, I don't need you (need) Yeah, yeah (yeah, ooh, yeah) Those are the ones Those are the ones Stand on your heart (heart) And look in your eyes (eyes) I know I broke a lot of hearts (a lot of hearts) Gave my share of scars, but (ooh, yeah) Ain't nothin' worse than a broken man Can't tell your bros, they won't understand Drown out the pain with a loyal fan Use your pussy power 'cause you know you can, oh Girls like you (girls like you, ooh) Always got a bad attitude (attitude, ooh, yeah) God made bad bitches rude (bitches rude) God made bad bitches rude (ooh, yeah) Girls like you Always got a bad attitude (ooh, yeah) God made bad bitches rude God made bad bitches rude

No-no, no-no, no-no Yeah, yeah, yeah No-no, no-no She only calling when she want the juice Only calling when I bust a move Young nigga broke all the rules All these hoes acting brand new Started off with a dime Now everywhere I go, I shine All these bitches you wanna ride But really I ain't got the time She only call me when she want the juice Only call me when she want the juice No-no, no-no, no-no, yeah, yeah, yeah Only call me when she want the juice That's what she do, that's what she do No-no, no-no, no-no I was so low Had no one to call on Gave you my phone number How you get my number? Calling me, see I got my cake up Young niggas came up And how you get my number? They doubted me and now she want my energy We ain't got no chemistry but I still might fuck tho Yeah, yeah, yeah I now your type girl, now your type You the type that wanna shine You the type that want that life Girl get up out my life She only calling when she want the juice Only calling when I bust a move Young nigga broke all the rules All these hoes acting brand new Started off with a dime Now everywhere I go, I shine All these bitches you wanna ride But really I ain't got the time She only call me when she want the juice Only call me when she want the juice No-no, no-no, no-no, yeah, yeah, yeah Only call me when she want the juice That's what she do, that's what she do No-no, no-no, no-no She turns me Sitting in the living room She's seen all my interviews She loves giving headlines like I'm breaking news So often I can see she loves me I'm just not that into you Girl come let me fuck, I fix your attitude They doubted me and now she want my energy We ain't got no chemistry but I still might fuck tho Yeah, yeah, yeah I now your type girl, now your type You the type that wanna shine You the type that want that life Girl get up out my life She only calling when she want the juice Want the juice, want the juice, want the juice, want the juice She only calling when she want Only calling when she want the juice She only calling when she want Only calling when I bust a move Young nigga broke all the rules All these hoes acting brand new No-no, no-no, no-no No-no, no-no, no-no, yeah, yeah, yeah Calling me, see I got my cake up Ohh-ohhh-ohhh, ohh-ohhh-ohhh, ohh-ohhh-ohhh Girl get up out my life Ohh-ohhh-ohhh, ohh-ohhh-ohhh, ohh-ohhh-ohhh

Dolla Dolla you know you the shit Dolla you know you the shit Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit Dolla pull up with your bitch, ay Dolla pull up in the Benz, ay Dolla go fuck on your friends, ay Dolla that's my favorite artist, ay Dolla go fucking retarded, ay Dolla got dollars on dollars, ay Dolla got '64 Impala, ay Dolla got sold out shows yeah Dolla got 25 hoes yeah Dolla smoke a big ass pound yeah Dolla make a bitch go down yeah Dolla fuck her on the couch yeah Dolla fuck her on the couch yeah Keys all on the couch yeah Might drop Dolla out yeah Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit Dolla pull up with your bitch, ay Dolla pull up in the Bent, ay Dolla go fuck on your friends, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, yeah Dolla you know you a boss, uh Dolla go pull up and flex, ay Dolla go fuck with his drawers on Dolla get litty on shrooms Dolla get head in the pool Dolla ain't jumping on boom, no-no Dolla ain't jumping on broom Dolla been smoking with Wiz, yeah-yeah Dolla got love for the kids, yeah-yeah Dolla flew in on the jet Dolla just bought a Rolex, yeah Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit Dolla pull up with your bitch, ay Dolla pull up in the Bent, ay Dolla go fuck on your friends, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, yeah

Tell me when you're ready I'll be there when you're ready for me You're just a queen on a king bed I can be your throne for the evening Hit me up and I'll pick you up I love how you're versatile I love the way you switch your positions up First, one leg in the sky now they're both on a ride You gotta come through Like that time in Toronto Feeling like I'm touching on you when I'm not around Girl it's something like voodoo Can't even compare that body to nobody else They don't do it like you do, you do (You know) What you want (You know) What you need from me (You know) It's all about you (You know) It's your turn to be Greedy, greedy, greedy It's okay to be Greedy, greedy, greedy (Greedy) We're having sex and taking trips So we're cumming and going Love this relationship and all the things you show me on the regular When I'm on my knees, it's just to pleasure you I'm okay with looking like I'm begging though I put diamonds all over your pedastal Now your body numb, it's like an edible Your gummy in my mouth tastes incredible Just to let you know (You know) What you want (You know) What you need from me (You know) It's all about you (You know) It's your turn to be Greedy, greedy, greedy It's okay to be Greedy, greedy, greedy (Greedy) Your turn to be, yeah Oh Said it's (Your turn, your turn) It's all about you, yeah (Said it's your turn, your turn) Round after round, you're losing your count (Said it's your turn, your turn) As soon as you finish you know it's still your turn