Wit All Da Smoke - DB Ca$h

Uh? 808Melo Traphouse Mob (Woo) This is a Melo Beat (It's Big 092MLBOA) Foreigner (Grrr) Foreigner (Bah) Foreigner (Woo) Foreigner (Uh?) Foreigner (Grrr) Foreigner (Bah) Foreigner Foreigner My bitch a foreigner and she love to fuck She suck it up, make her fall in love Put that on her tongue, Perky on her tongue She do the walks for us (Walk that shit), make her one of us The gas that I'm smokin' potent Ice on my neck snowin' I'm dark skin, glowin' Off the Perky, I'm rollin' Valet, park it I'm screamin', I'm barkin' They like, "Poppy, why you startin'?" Pop a Perc', go retarded (Woo) They know I'm wildin' and I need that respect Seven hundred grams, icy baguettes Pop Smoke, niggas know I'm up next Drac' keep on shootin' until it's none left I'm 823, yeah, I throw up the set Twenty years old, but I move like the vet You talk out your mouth, you better invest in a vest Nigga, 'cause you could get left Your bitch is a foreigner, huh? I fuck her and pass her Show her the difference between a dog and a master Lamborghini truck, floorin' Got your bitch in the back whorin' She like, "Papi, I adore you" I'm like, "Baby, I ain't normal," (Rrr) Foreigner (Grrr) Foreigner (Bah) Foreigner (Woo) Foreigner (Uh?) Foreigner (Grrr) Foreigner (Bah) Foreigner Foreigner Hoodie on, it get scary Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary Christian Dior I need more Don't do Saint Laurent anymore Yeah, na-na-na, let it off Yeah, let's go Yeah, forty-five in my drawers And they say I sound like a dog, hah On God, I meant fraud I was in all the stores I bought every Hermes scarf, yeah Do you feel me? Thousand pair of Mike Amiris But I still need more I could go on and on, yeah I ain't even gotta talk, yeah Chopper go na-na-na Hoodie on with a semi Young nigga with a Richie Young nigga with a Richie The Richie the one that had came with the big head, nigga, Jimmy Headshot, that's a jimmy Big dawg in my city Kill a opp in this bitch Red dot to her titty, yeah Foreigner (Grrr) Foreigner (Bah) Foreigner (Woo) Foreigner (Uh?) Foreigner (Grrr) Foreigner (Bah) Foreigner Foreigner

And I need you And I miss you And now I wonder If I could fall, into the sky Do you think time, would pass me by? 'Cause you know I'd walk a thousand miles If I could just see you Tonight (Drilltime, what you cookin', nigga?) Ayy, when I see you, I'ma push your shit back, boy Choppa get to spittin' through your set, we don't fight, boy 12 paramedics couldn't save your fuckin' life, boy Rod K dead and he never comin' back, boy We gon' treat this bitch like a match how we strike, boy Left his ass in the street, this the end of your life, boy Last thing your ass hear, flashlight on this Mac, boy Bro, these niggas soft as hell, all these niggas, they just act hard I'ma shoot this bitch, when I motherfuckin' see you (and I need you) I don't go nowhere without my motherfuckin' hеat cool (and I need you) Smokin' on Lil Peedy, I was smokin' Trey D too (and I need you) Free my nigga Max 'til they motherfuckin' free you (and I need you) Knock a nigga out, boy, you can gеt your ass beat too (and I need you) Lil' ho, you trippin', baby girl, I don't need you (and I need you) You could walk a thousand miles and I still don't wanna see you (and I need you) I got the whole city scared, these niggas know what we do (and I need you) (Hol' up) Who I smoke? (Who?) Bibby (and I need you) Who I smoke? (Who?) Teki (and I miss you) Who I smoke? (Who?) Lil Nine (and I need you) And now I wonder (and I miss you) Where the opps at? Got a lo', I told 'em "Drop that" (and I miss you) FN and it spittin', one in the head, ain't gotta cock it back (and I miss you) Know I'm smokin' Jitt, and one thing, they just can't get him back (And I miss you, smokin' who?) In the splat, back-to-back (skrrt), now we double back (and I m-) My killer make his face go, that's one thing 'bout Ksoo (Ksoo) No Hospital Gang, boy, you know that shit a case close (NHG) Want him dead, bust his head, all I do is say, "Go" (got get 'em) Drop a opp, drop a thot, eeny-meeny-miny-mo (eeny-meeny) I tote the rocket when I travel, I'm pistol packin' the heat pack (I'm pistol packin' in Hous') I was lurkin' on his page and I caught him lackin' in Houston (we back) We let off shots, he got shot and went live (I went live) I was tweakin' like, "Fuck, man, that bitch ain't die" (we'll go) When they diss on two times, we gon' spin a few times (and I need you) Glock .23 for two, three, let off rounds 'til you die (and I miss you, 'til you die) Jumpout thought shit was sweet, 'til we found out the drop (and I need you, yeah) Found out where that boy workin', then boy clocked 'em out (and I miss you) (Ayy, hol' up) Who I smoke? (Who?) Bibby (and I miss you) Who I smoke? (Who?) Teki (and I miss you) Who I smoke? (Who?) Lil Nine (and I miss you) And now I wonder (And I m-) (Grrt) And I miss you And I miss you And I miss you

Baby, when we gon' slide? When we gon' slide It's Pop Smoke 5167 Patek Philippe on the wrist (uh) Why we in the bed? We coulda did it in the whip Baby, I'm just tryna fuck (fuck), not make love (love) If you tryna have some kids, that's a dub Said, I'm 'bout to put this condom on right now (now) From the look up in your eyes (from the look up in your eyes) You already told me once (you already told me) So you don't gotta tell me twi-i-ice Yeah, baby, jump up on this bike, look forward and peddle Let me rock your world, you never had this hard metal Baby, I'm gangsta, gentleman in disguise Just came home, after doin' some time Let me woo ya nina, just read between the lines Just read between the lines Yeah, it's six in the morning and I'm tryna get you, baby All he wanna do is gas me How we end up in the backseat? Just tryna get to the bag We on the same page, you the same way Only keep the fam' around me So let me know what it's gon' be I don't plan on gettin' no sleep, while we Doin' our thing, movin' too fast Candy paint with the windows all black Seats crème brûlée, what they gon' say? With the top down screamin', "Money ain't a thing" And we up 'til six in the mornin' When the sun rise, we be on it Ooh, I got five, you know it's all live Tell me when to go, baby, when we gon' slide? Baby, when we gon' slide? Hey, uh Up all night, baby, when we gon' slide? Yeah Up all night, baby, when we gon' slide? Oh, oh Up all night, baby, when we gon' slide? Look, you're just my type Baby, when we gon' slide? I'll put you in a G-Wagen if that's your vibe And I ain't even gon' lie Don't you ever play around, even when you're mad, you're mine Baby, don't you ever switch sides You know I can see it in your eyes Yeah, we on the same page, we on the same wave Drinkin' champagne on the airplane Buss down on your pinky to your earrings I know they call me Boogeyman, but it ain't scary All this money on me, it's a damn shame And I don't want you to ever feel embarrassed So I bought you some baguettes, I bought you some karats Yeah, but I think I was over my head, movin' too fast Do-Do-Doin' our thing, movin' too fast Candy paint with the windows all black Seats crème brûlée, what they gon' say? With the top down screamin', "Money ain't a thing" And we up 'til six in the mornin' When the sun rise, we be on it Ooh, I got five, you know it's all live Tell me when to go, baby, when we gon' slide? Baby, when we gon' slide? Hey, uh Up all night, baby, when we gon' slide? Yeah Up all night, baby, when we gon' slide? Oh, oh Up all night, baby, when we gon' slide? Uh You gon' keep on givin' it up, it ain't no stoppin' you You a queen, liftin' you up, I had to drop a few Bad bitches, cut 'em loose, they tryna take that spot from you Told her, "I'm tryna cuff", she said, "I don't see no cop in you" Diamonds big as a fist, VVS on her wrist (wrist) Every day a vacation, don't get no hotter than this Relax, baby, lay your back, askin' you to sit right down Butt naked on the table, you the shit right now Fake love don't exist When it come to me and who I'm really fuckin' with Haters always on my dick, but not the one suckin' it Always lookin' at my pic, callin' me by my government What's the plan? What's your goal? What you really lookin' for? I got Benz, I got Ghost, I'm the man, I'm the G.O.A.T Makin' angels in the snow, don't keep playin' with your nose Take a stroll down the coast, South of France We in Cannes, let me drive boat Do-Do-Doin' our thing, movin' too fast Candy paint with the windows all black Seats crème brûlée, what they gon' say? With the top down screamin', "Money ain't a thing" And we up 'til six in the mornin' When the sun rise, we be on it Ooh, I got five, you know it's all live Tell me when to go, baby, when we gon' slide? Baby, when we gon' slide? Hey, hey Up all night, baby, when we gon' slide? Yeah Up all night, baby, when we gon' slide? Oh, oh Up all night, baby, when we gon' slide? Uh

I'm a fly ass nigga, keep a bad ass bitch All you hating ass niggas suck my dick If it ain't about the money on my line then click Cuz I'm all about the paper I don't love no bitch Three five in a blunt that's how I smoke my shit And I'm rolling big woods with my Stickum Stix I done gave yo bitch some game now she on my dick All designer on me say she like my drip I dropped a grip on this drip bitch New guisseppie on you can't pronounce that shit In my foreign ass whip with my Puerto Rican bitch taking first class trips off a balling ass trick Cash app make a bitch cash out Cash app make a bitch cash out Cash app make a bitch cash out I don't fuck with broke bitches Imma make her bring the bag out Bad lil bitch she ride the dick like a horse The way we fuck be so good that I bought her a Porsche They call me Trey nigga cuz I been with hoes And we Smoking Black Water hydrating them slow Dymond shine so bright icey don't need no light And you ain't rolling with the kamp if you ain't fucking tonite Baddest bitch in the club so you know she get paid And she bring it home to me pimp pimp hooray Make a bitch get paid, make a bitch get paid Welcome to the Dymond District all my bitches slayed Grinding seven days a week ain't no holidays Bitch you wanna join the team I can give you a taste Cash app make a bitch cash out Cash app make a bitch cash out Cash app make a bitch cash out I don't fuck with broke bitches Imma make her bring the bag out

Never ever would have thought this would be my life Missing the moments I was young and blind Governments are killing people like me You expect me to be strong in this senseless tragedy People talk but you have to be wise A lie looks the same in a deep blue or brown eye The opposite of a miracle is society Only inner strength makes you great and ready I'm a rockstar I'm a badass Kind of a big deal So you better pay me in cash I'm a rockstar I'm a badass Kind of a big deal So you better pay me in cash Do you forget yourself when you list the things you love Are you afraid of the scars that you see in the mirror Shoulda, coulda, been righted but you were wronged You haven't even felt this excited in this long The way you look at yourself is so damn pitiful I dare you to condemn your ego, and be noble Connecting, connecting yet you still cannot hear me Only inner strength makes you great and ready Cause I'm a rockstar. I'm a badass. Kind of a big deal. So you better pay me in cash I'm a rockstar. I'm a badass. Kind of a big deal. So you better pay me in cash Yeah, Kind of a big deal. So you better pay me in cash I'm a rockstar I'm a badass Kind of a big deal So you better, so you better, pay me, yeah I'll wait right here till you get back with my fucking money bitch I'm a rockstar I'm a badass Kind of a big deal. So you better pay me in cash Show me the dinero por favor Yeah, I'm a rockstar. And I'm a badass deal. So you better pay me in cash You wanna get Can't wait to get ya We boutta get I'm gonna get I'm gonna get ya Hmmm, sang it We gonna get you So high that I can, fly Can't wait to get you, yeah I'm a rockstar. I'm a badass. Kind of a big deal. So you better pay me in cash I'm a rockstar. I'm a badass. Kind of a big deal. So you better pay me in cash Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah Ohhhhhhhh Ohhhhhhhh Rockstar Badass Big Ol' dick Rockstar Badass Kind of a, big deal

Quererte me salió caro ¿Cómo tuviste el descaro? Si hubiera sabido que así te quería Que no me convendrían Los disparos que Cupido me ha dejado Todos tus besos los devolvería, los devolvería Pero, no guarde' ese ticket, no, no Puede haber devolución, no Me gasté tu credit card Y todo el cash debajo 'el colchón, oh Pero, no guarde' ese ticket, no, no, no Puede haber devolución, no Me gasté tu credit card El vestido que me regalaste tú Me lo puse pa'l pub Y celebré que no vas a volver No lo sabe querer Y el daño que me hiciste de tu cuenta lo cobré Lo cobré, eh-eh-eh Puede volver, no, no (no) No fue un beso, lo tenía de alquitrán La foto de los do' ardió Porque cuando la miro, me pongo mal Ah-ah-ah, porfa no me llames más Que yo estoy en otra ya Todo el tiempo que perdí yo solo sé ganar Yo solo sé ganar, yo solo sé ganar Mucho dinero, da-dame mi cash Quie-Quiero mi cash, quie-quiero mi cash Robaste mi cora, que vale mucho más El vestido que me regalaste tú Me lo puse pa'l pub Y celebré que no vas a volver No lo sabe querer (vámono' pa'l carajo) Y el daño que me hiciste de tu Cuenta lo cobré (eso te lo buscaste, bo) Lo cobré, eh-eh-eh (Ly-Ly-Ly) Yo ya no quiero tus beso' (no) Contigo me siento preso (oh-oh) Quédate con esa mala actitud Y gracia' por el sexo (uoh) Me enamoré del progreso (eh) Diamante', botella' y los beso (oh-oh) ¿Que ahora me extraña'? A otro pero con ese hueso (mami) Tu amor me salió bien caro (sí) No sé que e' peor, si estar contigo o pegarse un disparo De lo bueno tú ere' lo más malo (ma') Y cuando te fuiste me hiciste un regalo Yo sé que sufrirás lo mismo que nunca sufrí por ti Por ti, ah-ah-ah No-No-No guarde' ese ticket, no, no Puede haber devolución, no Me gasté tu credit card Y todo el cash debajo 'el colchón, oh Pero, no guarde' ese ticket, no, no, no Puede haber devolución, no Me gasté tu credit card Y todo el cash debajo 'el colchón, oh Robaste mi corazón ¿Qué hiciste conmigo? Yo te escribí una canción Ya perdió el sentido, oh Tú sabe' que yo no guardo rencor Pero un poco sí que me jode Verte por ahí, tú sabe' que sí No hay Lola, solo hay dolore', no El vestido que me regalaste tú Me lo puse pa'l pub Y celebré que no vas a volver No lo sabe querer Y el daño que me hiciste de tu cuenta lo cobré Lo cobré, eh-eh-eh Yeah-yeah Lola Indigo Ey, ey Ly-Ly, Lyanno, mami Mamacita, ¿qué fue? De Puerto Rico hasta España Para toda' las mamacita', yeah Golden Mindz Ily Wonder