The Half (feat. Jeremih, Young Thug & Swizz Beatz) - DJ Snake

It's a Friday, I'm 'bout to go off Got my chains on and I'm 'bout to show off DJ Snake up in here about to go off Now go off, now go off goddamn Smoke stress to get rid of all the stress On the run, nigga, goin' for the checks These niggas don't know the half (show time) These niggas don't know the half (show time) See the hoes, see the clothes, see the cash (goddamn) Gettin' high for the low, shit was bad These niggas don't know the half (say what?) These niggas don't know the half (talk to 'em) Swear to God, these niggas don't know the half (Rewind now) These niggas don't know the half Smoke stress to get rid of all the stress Kill 'em off off like I got a mask on it Guillotine a Benz, you don't know the half of it Whole squad winnin', you got small money Don't need too many hands, I need all of it You ain't ever been around, call me 2Pac Pull up in my old hood in a new drop On that kush, on that kush, blow a cloud of it I'm the man, I'm the man, yeah I'm proud of it Blowin' bands, got 'em jumpin' out the window Shout out, shout out, pour some more and call it reload Know I pull up, pull up on 'em like a free throw Or go straight up, up the middle like I'm D. Rose Treat your chick just like a whip and get another one Wanna grab it, push it, smash and get another one See my dogs on top, that's the math of it Multiply the money up, no that's just half of it (Talk to 'em, rewind now) These niggas don't know the half Smoke stress to get rid of the stress Yeah smoke that Kush, yeah smoke that Kushy, baby Meanwhile me and you stuntin', that lil' mushy, baby I don't want cook, I wanna book it, baby I'll knock that lil' shit out the park to let you know I'm not no rookie, baby Oh, take a breath These niggas don't know the half of the first steps My day one niggas, I don't pick through, I don't stutter step That's cakin', nigga, you not a vamp, you don't know the steps She showered and she dry it off, and then she lay it That head done brought that dope back, like I'm in the eighties I'ma pimp the parkin' lot, I'ma let you play it You never 'posed to stop, but you can relay it And I'm like wooh, you don't know the half, you don't know the mothafuckin' truth You don't know how much stress I release when I'm on booths It's all a lot, you don't know what come behind the groove It's a lot, but get with, lil nigga, I do (Talk to 'em, rewind now) These niggas don't know the half They don't know, smoke stress to get rid of the stress See the hoes, see the clothes, see the cash Gettin' high for the low, shit was bad These niggas don't know the half (these niggas don't know about it) These niggas don't know the half

Bongo by the way Oh, my You keep that to yourself Oh, my You don't trust no one else Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Met her backstage at a Tiller show She said I got a reputation, I'm that nigga though She tryna play hard to get, but I'ma get it though She say she ain't that type of girl, she sendin' pictures though She get naked on the Snap 'cause it disappear I seen that pussy for a sec' and I say, "Bring it here" See the way that I'ma fuck you, you ain't ever did I'ma fuck you everywhere and baby I ain't ever scared Are you prepared to sit in the club with thugs? I'm hopin' you there 'cause all that we got is trust You got friends, they don't fuck with me like that So in return, I don't fuck with 'em right back I could have fucked one, I could have fucked two But I'm only fuckin' you, what you goin' through? Now you mad, textin' in all caps Like I just didn't put my kids on your back Oh, my You keep that to yourself The way you do it, baby It's drivin' me crazy Oh, I You don't trust no one else The way you do it, baby It's drivin' me crazy Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm so gone off your love, I'm so gone I'm so gone, I'm so gone, I'm so gone (aw yeah) I'm so gone off your love and you know I'm so gone, I'm so gone, I'm so gone (I'm so gone) I got drunk off your love and throwed up (bleh) Pour my heart inside your double cup Out the park when the first batter up I got scars from her nails when we fuck (let's go, ayy) I wanna see your boobs [?] some jewelry beads Black diamonds in your chain, you a [?] Chrome Heart clear lenses when you lurkin' Eighty thousand dollar bag, you a Birkin Workin', 800 in a bag, you ain't worth it Heard you dropped out of school, was you workin'? (She workin') No climax from your man? He ain't worth it Hundred racks on purses, she's mine Oh, my You keep that to yourself The way you do it, baby It's drivin' me crazy Oh, my You don't want no one else The way you do it, baby It's drivin' me crazy Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Hell yes Her body talkin' to a nigga, say less I'm fuckin' up her weave, need a hair net I'ma put your body on bed rest Late nights, took her out to Maestro's She can get the lobster for the backstroke You know how to love it when I ask though Make a nigga feel good that it's the last stroke Oh, my You keep that to yourself The way you do it, baby It's drivin' me crazy Oh, my You don't want no one else The way you do it, baby It's drivin' me crazy Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Got more, get your money in the air like this Fab Time, BK From nothin' to somethin', homie, yes Street fida-dida-dam, yes Ay, it's a new year and I'm back for the money Just, I think I left somethin' Cash rules everything around me Cream, it's a new year, dollar, dollar bill, y'all Yup, get that money, yup, dollar, dollar bill, y'all Yup, get that money, yup, dollar, dollar bill, yup, yup, yup It's the return of the young hustle A nigga came for the money, not the tongue tussle Me, I rather do my lip-lashin' when the chips cashed in Then you might see me on the strip, flashin' Like Vegas lights and they say I shine Vegas bright Draw a crowd like a Vegas fight Some shit, gettin' hit and my leg is light I mean, it coulda been a Tupac Vegas night Or maybe a notorious L.A. evening (Boo, you okay?) I mean, well, I'm breathing Hell, I'm even, bosser than I left The money ain't right, then I toss it to the left Yes, to the left, to the left Everything is hustled to the deaf, to the F A, B, baby, they be lazy Gucci straight jacket 'cuz I may be crazy Loony for the loot, psycho for the paper It's a new year but I recycle for the paper If green talks, then I'm the Geico with the paper So have my check right, no typos wit the paper, please Oh man, cash rules everything around me Cream, it's a new year, dollar, dollar bill, y'all Yup, get that money, yup, dollar, dollar bill, y'all Yup, get that money, yup, dollar, dollar bill I say, cash rules everything around me Cream, it's a new year, dollar, dollar bill, y'all Yup, get that money, yup, dollar, dollar bill, y'all Yup, get that money, yup, dollar, yup, money, yup, dollar, yup They say the rap game remind them of the crack game That's why they money go quicker than a crack high My money stack high, how high? Shaq high Yao high, that's why, yours is Bow Wow high You lookin' at your new hustle like ya last hustle Was looked at as Russell in my past hustle Shorty, work it, she be on her ass, hustle She make it clap, she know how to work them ass muscles Fast, rush you, then back to the money They say I'm frontin', can't turn my back to the money And truthfully, you cool but I'm attracted to money So why don't you turn ya back to the money and let it shake I'm lovin' how you move that smooth, you let it snake But playas don't chase at it, baby, we let it make Bet it make sense when you make them dollars I ain't gotta make 'em move but I make 'em holla It's my year but y'all could help me celebrate I'm nine fifteen, that means, I'm hella straight The Swizz stacks, Just Blaze bucks I'm back for my money, it's just they luck, fuck Come on, man, cash rules everything around me Cream, it's a new year, dollar, dollar bill, y'all Yup, get that money, yup, dollar, dollar bill, y'all Yup, get that money, yup, dollar, dollar bill I say, cash rules everything around me Cream, it's a new year, dollar, dollar bill, y'all Yup, get that money, yup, dollar, dollar bill, y'all Yup, get that money, yup, dollar, yup, money, yup, dollar, yup Put ya money in the air, m-m-money in the air Put ya money in the air, m-m-money in the air Let me see it up, yup, let me see it up Let me see it up, yup, let me see it up Ladies, money in the air, m-m-money in the air Money in the air, m-m-money in the air Money in the air, money in the air Let me see it up, nigga you don't believe that

You got me feeling like i aint winning, Ima starting from the beginning, Like go forest go forest, I make so much fucking money yea there go forest, These rims aint for sale bitch, This whip aint for sale bitch, And these cubans aint for sale bitch, I been on the fucking boat like a sale bitch, 500 feet on the fucking water, 10 fucking carrots for my baby daughter, You come thourgh, Boy place your order, I got some niggas that'll meet you at the fucking boarder, () I got my hoodie and my mask on, I got my gun and my blast on, (Jadakiss) Im just one of the five, Im just one with the vibes, Evil niggas is jealous, So they just want you to die, They ain't want you to rise, They just want you demise, So i be crossing my T's, And i be dotting my i's, You on the opposite side, Shots gonna fly, Best part about it i just stay right up in yonkers and hide,

It's showtime! She ain't got no money in the bank She be walking 'round actin' all stank And now she at the party looking at me Hopin' she can get saved by me I'm lookin at her like (right) I ain't tryna save that girl (no sir!) I ain't tryna save that girl (no sir!) I ain't tryna save that girl (no sir!) She got her hand up but I tryna pay that girl Now, what ya'll wanna do? (do) Wanna be ballers, shot callers, brawlers Give me ur numba I bet she gon call ya Come on dawg she want u to spoil her Christian Dior and them new Fendi bags Anything is good cause it's better than she had She sitting at the bar and she's lookin' so sad Something 'bout, uh-uh I wanna ride in your jag Uh uh uh, I wanna ride to your house I said "easy chick, I fly to my house" I, live so far think I live down south Why don't you pull it out my pants and put it in yo mouth She ain't got no money in the bank She be walking 'round actin' all stank And now she at the party looking at me Hopin' she can get saved by me I'm lookin at her like (right) I ain't tryna save that girl (no sir!) I ain't tryna save that girl (no sir!) I ain't tryna save that girl (no sir!) She got her hand up but I tryna pay that girl I see ya, you got ya best shoes on Good dress on, I mean you got your best on I'm sitting at the back drankin' viva glico The caroselito, you know how we do Before them models came you wasn't fuckin with my niggas My homies say wassup you saying nothing to my niggas Come on girlfriend why you fronting for my niggas They come and that paper is nothing for my niggas Don't you know we got that money in the (money in the bank) I repeat Don't you know we got that (money in the bank) You ain't getting none from me or my bank Better get you own, g-g-get out my face (face) Goodbye (goodbye) She ain't got no money in the bank She be walking 'round actin' all stank And now she at the party looking at me Hopin' she can get saved by me I'm lookin at her like (right) I ain't tryna save that girl (no sir!) I ain't tryna save that girl (no sir!) I ain't tryna save that girl (no sir!) She got her hand up but I tryna pay that girl It started like soft and warm Don't get excited, I've been invited to the quiet storm Now it's out of hand cause she told me she hate me And then she said "what the hell I've done lately" Plus she said all she want is love and affection Let me be your angel, and I'll be your protection Took her out bought her all kinds of things But it wasn't enough, so this is the song I sing 'Cause she broke She ain't got no money in the bank She be walking 'round actin' all stank And now she at the party looking at me Hopin' she can get saved by me I'm lookin at her like (right) I ain't tryna save that girl (no sir!) I ain't tryna save that girl (no sir!) I ain't tryna save that girl (no sir!) She got her hand up but I tryna pay that girl Hey, hey, hey, hey No Sir! Hey, hey, hey, hey No Sir! Hey, hey, hey, hey Goodbye Hey, hey, hey, hey No Sir! Hey, hey, hey, hey No Sir! Hey, hey, hey, hey No Sir! Hey, hey, hey, hey