Surrounded (feat. Chris Brown & Wiz Khalifa) - Jeremih & Ty Dolla $ign

All my ladies put ya hands up All my ladies put ya hands up If you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb Know you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb Ladies put ya hands up if you that bomb-bomb Girl you got that bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb-bomb Oh me, oh my, body like a monster Let me get inside if ya booty I'ma conquer If ya question bout my size, I give you the answer Girl you got that good good I already know Tell it by your size I know you a dancer Rein-derierre, I'ma call you Prancer Booty paparaz, pose for the camera All my ladies if you got it let me know She thick in her hips, Cold than a motha Licking her lips, a bad mothasucker Apple looking so right, she make me want a piece I give it to her all night, so she don't wanna leave If you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb Know you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb Ladies put ya hands up if you got bomb-bomb Girl you got that bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb-bomb Something like a pimp, nothin' like them other fellas Heard that you the shit, girl we should blow up together Ooh I know you got that bomb shit, call it 9/11 I'm just tryna beat it up, he could it acapella We should go back to my crib, thats what I'ma tell her Bring one or two of them, cause your friends looking kinda jealous Rolling papers like propellors blowing mozarella Lotta n-ggas in the club, who cares I'm the realest Tell the waiters we gon need more cases And when you think the money's gone we spending more faces She with homeboy, but she want this 6 cars, 8 chains, 3 cribs, 1 Wiz She thick in her hips, Cold than a mother Licking her lips, a bad mothersucker Apple looking so right, she make me want a piece I give it to her all night, so she don't wanna leave If you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb Know you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb Ladies put ya hands up if you got bomb-bomb Girl you got that bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb-bomb Hold up kimosabe, my crib look like a lobby I'm in that black Bugatti And I'm off that Carlo Rossi I with that Taylor Posse These ladies wanna party And theres so much ice up on my neck it look like I play hockey So hold up n-gga, stop me All these haters watch me I give her the pill and the D, you can call me cocky Any stage or any beat you know I'ma body And Wiz roll that good shit up and he riding shotty She thick in her hips, Cold than a mother Licking her lips, a bad mothersucker Apple looking so right, she make me want a piece I give it to her all night, so she don't wanna leave If you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb Know you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb Ladies put ya hands up if you got bomb-bomb Girl you got that bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb-bomb

Money long, the night is young (another one) The world is ours - DJ Khaled I know a lot of niggas in here prolly hate me right now But I'll drink to that, I'll drink to that That ain't gon' change a thing (nooo) Still gon' do my thing I'm still yeah yeah Still gon' go and get mine Still gon' keep on winnin Still gon' keep it one hunnid every time (I'm still) I'm still eating when them niggas throw shots (I'm still) I'm still still gon' end up on top I'm still (Pussy ass niggas stop hating) Ralph, Uh Niggas be women like hoes be women Look at me close, there is no sympathy Those with envy be throwing subliminal quotes I'd rather them warring with me If only I hate them (word), like Tony Montana, except, no Manolo She love me for another cuelo (word) These dudes is snakes these women is vultures Who am I to trust, who gon' ride for me Who gon' light somebody's body up when I be like "Yup", they squeeze Comfortably (ohh), and that new custom piece My Tisci t-shirt a couple of G's I talked to a bunch of G's just like a frozen tundra speech And the Lambo feel what a real nigga doin 110 skrr in it, yeah And the world so ill when the boy get funny over money or a girl on ya, uh Let it marinate, uh, what, let me correlate, uh, let them niggas hate But never ever let a women tell a nigga "Wait"' uh, swag I know a lot of niggas in here prolly hate me right now But I'll drink to that, I'll drink to that That ain't gon' change a thing (nooo) Still gon' do my thing I'm still yeah yeah Still gon' go and get mine Still gon' keep on winnin Still gon' keep it one hunnid every time (I'm still) I'm still eating when them niggas throw shots (I'm still) I'm still still gon' end up on top I'm still (Pussy ass niggas stop hating) Most of these niggas ain't raw most of these ain't poppin' (ain't poppin') Most of these niggas ain't balling most of these niggas they starving Talking cars and, what the fuck They don't even got em So high don't see no problems Bitch I'm on them trees like Tarzan Aw man (aw man), I want all my cheese like Robin Shrimp or calamari I'm a young nigga with options Mm, and you close but you ain't close enough In the VIP call me the poster child from posting up Top floor suite we going up; D.A.F. I'm dope as fuck Woo, hundred bottles comin' that mean a hundred bottles gettin' opened up Rolex face all frozen expect ya'll to hate you ain't supposed to love it She backing up, like a Tonka truck (Like a Tonka truck) (Like a Tonka truck) I know a lot of niggas in here prolly hate me right now But I'll drink to that, I'll drink to that That ain't gon' change a thing (nooo) Still gon' do my thing I'm still yeah yeah Still gon' go and get mine Still gon' keep on winnin Still gon' keep it one hunnid every time (I'm still) I'm still eating when them niggas throw shots (I'm still) I'm still still gon' end up on top I'm still (Pussy ass niggas stop hating) Fuck boy, I kept it real, came up Wake up, feeling blessed, pockets full, no stress At the shop, we the best Cutting checks, eating good Loving life, projects all night (I'm still) I'm still gon' shine bright in that limelight Ok now it's no more Mr. nice guy If you niggas couldn't see me in the day time Girl you got a better chance getting a day job Your career wouldn't blow away the napalm (boom) Silly motherfucka, who knows how to win the game on the buzzer I'm the type to make a whole lot of money Buy a whole new crib cus I'm bored as a mother And it's still fuck hater Still gon' ball like Kobe from the Lakers Still we the best, and it's still hood nation And I'm still gonna smoke even if I'm on papers I know a lot of niggas in here prolly hate me right now But I'll drink to that, I'll drink to that That ain't gon' change a thing (nooo) Still gon' do my thing I'm still yeah yeah Still gon' go and get mine Still gon' keep on winnin Still gon' keep it one hunnid every time (I'm still) I'm still eating when them niggas throw shots (I'm still) I'm still still gon' end up on top I'm still (Pussy ass niggas stop hating)

It's that moon rock shit You gotta mix this with some regular OG Cuz this shit be burnin' crazy Cum in a bitch and I go crazy Spend all these racks and I go crazy Leave out the parking lot doin' a 180 This how the lord made me Drop the top and start sun bathing Put her on a treadmill and then I make her run naked Got all my side hoes frustrated This the life I waited on Seen a bitch from school, gave her number to a payphone I don't know what you been waiting on All that I know is that I been waiting long I ain't waiting to get no lone Provolone on top of provolone Mobile phone on top of mobile phone I don't know what you niggas smokin' on Pull my closet got a OS tell Mobile home on top of mobile home I go to sleep with a rollie on I start my car with remote control Get so much pussy I go to sleep with a condom on Fuck it, I want me a milli Fuck it, I want me a milli Fuck it, I want me a milli I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it, no really I'm gettin' it Fuck it, I want me a milli Fuck it, I want me a milli Fuck it, I want me a milli I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it, no really I'm gettin' it Fuck I'm the king of the city I don't take a trip unless I got a bitch with me I pull up wit pounds or I got a zip in me You don't want no problems, my guys so don't tempt me My niggas go bap bap bap bap till it's empty Fuck 2 every night in 5 days that's a 10 piece My bitch that I'm with that's a 10 piece I'm pourin' that gin in a simply You niggas so fake need assembly I'm smokin' weed, fuck the penalty Ridin' round in a old school, with 2 hoes and little old me Fuck I'ma do wit this money But walk in the club and start stuntin' Push all my old bitches buttons Came up from nothin' to something Tell her take the stick, don't run from me There's some for you, there's some for me So if we have this 3 some, make sure you cum for me All that bullshit is up under me Smokin' gas ain't no tumble weed All of this cash that's another thing Black and yellow like a bumblebee Fuck it, I want me a billi Fuck it, I want me a billi Fuck it, I want me a billi I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it, no really I'm gettin' it Fuck it, I want me a billi Fuck it, I want me a billi Fuck it, I want me a billi I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it, no really I'm gettin' it Fuck it, I want me a milli So went and got me a milli Now I want me a billi I don't think I have a ceiling I can come thru with no ceiling I give a fuck how you feeling I can tell you how you lookin' Nigga you ain't used to winnin' Had the chickens missing winters In Miami, Mr. Winner Ran a 14 for breakfast, prime 112 for dinner Maison Margiela killer Got a heart of a killer Take the pussy, I'll kill it What up Tip? What up Killa? Fuck it, I want me a trilli Fuck it, I want me a trilli Fuck it, I want me a trilli I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it, no really I'm gettin' it Fuck it, I want me a trilli Fuck it, I want me a trilli Fuck it, I want me a trilli I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it, no really I'm gettin' it

Got sugar in my bloodstream I'm drippy with the icing They say I'm sweet like ice cream But I'll rip your heart out, smiling Bang bang bang You know your lips Taste like champagne Yeah, your kiss is bittersweet I be addicted to your taste Boom, boom, boom My flower only bloom for you It be us against the world Ride or die straight to my tomb One, two, three, do you got me? Your love is like a drug You fill me up with anxiety A, B, C, do you trust me? Found comfort in the dark But it's your heart that scares me Got sugar in my bloodstream I'm drippy with the icing They say I'm sweet like ice cream But I'll rip your heart out, smiling I need a ride or die chick You need a real man Lately I been on some shit And you been down real bad Anytime you hit my phone I usually answer Used to make you happy Now I don't know what you mad for You used to be my one and only Now you act like you don't know me Say you got some things to show me Baby, tell me where we're going Telling me what I should've did Now I'm gone, can't handle it And no, I ain't wrong for that Now I let all this paper stack up I'm sorry I played you to the left But all of this money's on my mind Girl, you know how the game go You let 'em, they'll do it every time I want you to take care of yourself And doing your best when you shine I want you to live your life So don't even wait on me, girl Sugar in my bloodstream I'm drippy with the icing They say I'm sweet like ice cream But I'll rip your heart out smiling We cruising in the pink G-Waggy This is my house like You can call me daddy We out here loud We only smoking fatties You got the green, the lean You got the addy One, two, three, so chilly Come with me, we light up the tree A, B, C, do you trust me? Found comfort in the dark But it's your heart that scares me Got sugar in my bloodstream I'm drippy with the icing They say I'm sweet like ice cream But I'll rip your heart out smiling Got sugar in my bloodstream I'm drippy with the icing They say I'm sweet like ice cream But I'll rip your heart out smiling Sugar in my bloodstream I'll rip your heart out smiling

Huh? Who taught you that? Huh? Who taught you how to buckle up when you ride it? Like six flags in the bed, body rollercoast- Who told you how to get it really? Well your man didn't Who taught you how to be a bad girl with your tongue baby? Who taught you how to practice with your best friend? To suck a dick with peppermint Who taught you that? Who taught you that? Pull up in the Brink's truck, baby you can stack it up Who taught you how to talk that shit when you back it up? How you walk with all that ass, you hauling all day Who taught you that, huh? Who taught you that, huh? Who taught you that, huh? Who taught you that, huh? Who taught you how to lose all your religion? Who taught you how to dress when you look good as shit? Girl tell me where you learned to surfboard Who taught you how to make them niggas beg for it? Who taught you how to show what you feeling Who taught you, shawty, how to make sure that it's only big billies? Who told you tell them nosy hoes to go mind they bid-ni-ness Who told you how to still go-go girl, get it get-get it Who taught you that, huh? Who taught you that, huh? Who taught you that, huh? Who taught you that, huh? Who taught you that, huh? Who taught you that, huh? Who taught you that, huh? Who taught you that, huh? (Dolla $ign, Dolla) Girl who taught you how to do that trick with your spit You so nasty (Yeah), you so nasty, ayy Tell me who taught you how to make it clap On that handstand when I eat it, when I eat it, when I eat it Girl that pussy tastes like water, yeah, yeah (Oh yeah) Gon' throw it back for Dolla, yeah, yeah (Oh yeah) She know I'm runnin' up a pack, yeah, yeah (Oh yeah) Buy me Gucci and new Ralph, yeah, yeah (Ooh yeah) Dolla boy, who taught you how to ball? Dolla boy, who taught you how to ball? (Oh yeah) Dolla, I wanna ménage à trois Dolla, I wanna ménage à trois (Ooh yeah) Dolla you so damn handsome Dolla you so damn handsome (Oh yeah) Dolla been getting his bands up Dolla been getting his bands, yeah Who taught you that, huh? (Who taught you that?) Who taught you that, huh? (Oh) Who taught you that, huh? Who taught you that, huh? Huh? Who taught you that, huh?

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

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

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