YRB (feat. Rick Ross & Skooly) - 2 Chainz & Wiz Khalifa

I make you feel better than you ever been I guarantee that you gon' tell the other man he need to get lost And girl you know you dealing with a veteran, I'll beat that down Have you ever been broke off? You ain't gotta pack your bags Tell your boss you gon' miss work Whatever you want, just ask Baby, this what you deserve, yeah I'm living better now, living better now I'm living better now, better, better now (Because girl you're worth it) I'm living better now, living better now Living, living better now, living better now (I know you deserve it) I'm living better now, living better now I'm living better now, living better now (Because girl you're worth it) I'm living better now, better now Drop top Benz I'm the man, girlfriend Yo, I'm the man Yo, I'm the man You rollin' with the man Turn the lights out You ain't gotta trip about no money 'Cause whatever you want, I'ma get it, I ain't worry about the cost I ain't fucking, I ain't phony, I ain't frontin', I ain't stuntin' Everything I say is real, you dealin' with the boss, yeah You ain't gotta pack your bags Tell your boss you gon' miss work Whatever you want, just ask Baby, this what you deserve, yeah I'm living better now, living better now I'm living better now, better, better now (Because girl you're worth it) I'm living better now, living better now Living, living better now, living better now (I know you deserve it) I'm living better now, living better now I'm living better now, living better now (Because girl you're worth it) I'm living better now, better now Drop top Benz I'm the man, girlfriend Yo, I'm the man Yo, I'm the man You rollin' with the man Turn the lights out Look in my pocket, I see a lot of dead people Wrist game mean, mother pearl so evil Christian Louboutin, sucker for a sneaker Pull up in Pakistan like I'm Evel Knievel Air raid Jackson, I stay spaced out Never lay my Jesus piece face down It's not a Rollie, I'm sorry this fucker run She not a singer, but dammit I made her hum Name Ricky, but really I've been a Willy See you looking at it but this watch a quarter milli' I got houses, hobbies, homes in Abu Dhabi Never go wrong GPS, my Ferrari You ain't gotta pack your bags Tell your boss you gon' miss work Whatever you want, just ask Baby, this what you deserve, yeah I'm living better now, living better now I'm living better now, better, better now (Because girl you're worth it) I'm living better now, living better now Living, living better now, living better now (I know you deserve it) I'm living better now, living better now I'm living better now, living better now (Because girl you're worth it) I'm living better now, better now Drop top Benz I'm the man, girlfriend Yo, I'm the man Yo, I'm the man (Because girl you're worth it) You rollin' with the man Turn the lights off

Maybach Music! There he go that's John Doe There he go that's John Doe There he go that's John Doe And I'm still whipping up a kilo There he go that's John Doe On my Pyro Palace turn you bitch niggas to ghost Pacman, over one hundred sold Pacman, just ordered one hundred more Pacman, you can fry it in a pan Pacman, in no time you will be buying land Pacman, do it for your mom and them Pacman, until I get one hundred in It's P-I Double "L" Professional Shit Kicka Yams on the stove I'm fuckin your Favorite Strippa Pies flyin out Them zips they grew wings Phone going stupid made a rack in two rings Straight drop hard got them J's plate licking Ground basing jumping over cars they Blake Griffin Got my chickens in the gym, Yup, they weight lifting See one thousand stamped on the tape because they yay shape shifting That's that terminator choppa make a nigga do a backflip I can show you how crack flip While I'm loading that Mac clip Catch em loading that mack truck I'll unload til his back drip All I know is I'm stacked up And when I'm back them packs in There he go that's John Doe On my Pyro Palace turn you bitch niggas to ghost Pacman, over one hundred sold Pacman, just ordered one hundred more Pacman, you can fry it in a pan Pacman, in no time you will be buying land Pacman, do it for your mom and them Pacman, until I get one hundred in One Hundred in I'm on my Gucci shit Gucci Luciano bitch you know I'm Gucci Rich Maserati, boy I got two of them Same color boy I just got two of them 10 Chains see I'm one nigmae nigga I'm a whip it just to spend it nigga Blew a mill ticket One night at King Of Diamonds Me and Puff Daddy Bitch I'm the king of Diamonds Small Change that's what we call that A-Rod money smoking on a ball bat I'm on the mound, I got a pound My folks in Haiti say them yayo prices coming down There he go that's John Doe On my Pyro Palace turn you bitch niggas to ghost Pacman, over one hundred sold Pacman, just ordered one hundred more Pacman, you can fry it in a pan Pacman, in no time you will be buying land Pacman, do it for your mom and them Pacman, until I get one hundred in This that namco yay Pacman what we selling Got these J's chasing rocks Like they chasing power pellets Met this lady named Eselis Say she nag for some terrace But she hungry for that yayo ask her granny what she yelling Got my shirt off in the kitchen hot in here like Nelly And these niggas dancing in these mask don't want stage credit Just the keys to your car all your cash and your debit card We serving hard Whole squad equiped and ready OKAY Then And quit flexing like the soda sack Before they find you slumped over in a Cul-de-sac My whole wrist lumped up serving boulder sacks Pink city representa thought I told you that There he go that's John Doe On my Pyro Palace turn you bitch niggas to ghost Pacman, over one hundred sold Pacman, just ordered one hundred more Pacman, you can fry it in a pan Pacman, in no time you will be buying land Pacman, do it for your mom and them Pacman, until I get one hundred in Maybach Music!

Biggest in the Game Biggest at the dinner Rozay and Carnage Fat boys in the building Fat boys at the Back Bounce in the buckles Belly's a bubble But the way I'ma fuck you She gon' tell me I love you These niggas keep testing Just a new hole in the desert I'm texting my reverend Please recite Psalms twenty-seven If you seen how I'm living You would think I was a villain Got my niggas deported guilty for making a killing Keep your hands off the cage boy I'm the one to put you on the front page boy Don't see none of these niggas Rozay's repertoire Professions of a hustler I pray I see tomorrow Duffle bags heavy got me on this Ross fit Never catch me slipping cause I keep my marksmen

Got a mind full of TNT I need a lunatic just like me Paint the sky with a brush fire, yeah Like la la la la, la I got a mind like Columbine, yeah A vigilante, I'm volatile I pick and choose like Duck Duck Goose I'm close ties that you shouldn't cut loose I just want someone that I can trust Baby, is that you—is that us? I know it's dicey Oh, it's so good it feels criminal, ha This shit's gotta be criminal, ha The way I keep killing you Though I'm dangerous, ha, yeah It's so good it feels criminal, ah This shit's gotta be criminal, ah The way I keep killing you, yeah She say, "Hello, hell, you're such a blessing" I know, way too well, now I'm finessing, her Just plead the fifth if you're ever questioned, girl You see, I just want someone that I can trust Baby, is that you—is that us? I know I'm dicey Oh, it's so good it feels criminal, ha This shit's gotta be criminal, ha The way I keep killing you Though I'm dangerous, ha, yeah It's so good it feels criminal, ah This shit's gotta be criminal, ah (Sometimes you just gonna lean on it) The way I keep killing you, yeah Conversations elevated when she fell in love Stepping on her, said he did her like a dirty rug Feeling played, underpaid, like she was Satchel Paige Every day she had to find a way to find a way Self-esteem is what emotions feed (Facts) Dry land and get to travel the Seven Seas Kaepernick of my city, little homie, take a knee Taking you to places selfies get taken at least Criminal thoughts (Boss), an angel in the flesh (Yes) It feels like we floating when we really having sex (Yes!) Her words be so potent, scribbled 'em on my chest (Yes) Motivation is morning, shorty, and I confess I'm holding you close, that's 'til the day I rest I gave her a hundred, stuffed it all in her dress Motion picture, we them young mogul niggas Here's a toast to the ones who knew us before the riches Gunplay, gunfire, grave death, stolen moments (Cheers) 5150 and lawless hearts Raging and reckless You know, love at loss Summer nights summer stay ready with the getaway 5150 and lawless hearts Who could stop us, babe? The world is ours, yeah I just want someone that I can trust Is that you—is that us? I know I'm dicey Oh, it's so good it feels criminal, yeah This shit's gotta be criminal The way I keep killing you You say I'm dangerous, ha, yeah It's so good it feels criminal, ah This shit's gotta be criminal, ah The way I keep killing you, yeah (Ooooah ooo) Miguel, it's going down in history once again (Oh, my love) Oh, my love Oh, my love (Ooooah ooo, Ooooah ooo)

They lookin' at you, standing next to me The closest to perfection, sum' might eva see Girl they know, to look this good it probably took s'time So all these bottles won't stop comin' even when they close this bar tonight, oh But ya ain't got to eva leave Cuz, baby, ya here wit me Ya ain't gotta eva go Ya can tell em if they want to know That if anybody want to know Ya wit a boss muhfucka Ya wit a boss muhfucka Ya wit a boss muhfucka Ya can tell em if they want to know If they ask you can let it go Tell em I'm a boss muhfucka Eva seen a presidential suite befo'?! So come on in, in the morning I be John & ya be Marilyn Monroe It's the way I see ya, baby girl, you're legendary beautiful & As long as you're around me baby girl then everyone else will know But ya ain't got to eva leave Cuz, baby, ya here wit me Ya ain't gotta eva go Ya can tell em if they want to know That if anybody want to know When you wit me you know you fucking wit a bo$$ You ain't gotta leave when you're fucking wit a bo$$ (Ya know I love this) Everythin' free when you fucking wit a bo$$ When ya wit me you know you fucking wit a bo$$ I'm a boss muhfucka Flown wit a bad one, time fo' sum' action Safe combination, keys 2 the mansion Still a hood n***a, flight reservations Blowing out yo candles, fat boy straight caking She deserve a real 1, now ya fucking wit a real 1 Walk wit a real 1, this a whole another feeling Then we fuck like we both mad, betta than we ever both had She can see through my soul Know when I'm creeping wit these hoes Forgiatos on the vent First and last name on the check Forty eight laws of power Shawty, the world is ours Ya wit a boss muhfucka Ya wit a boss muhfucka Ya wit a boss muhfucka Ya can tell em if they want to know If they ask you can let it go Tell em I'm a boss muhfucka

Check me out now Yeah, my diamonds talking back, talking back, ya ya Yeah, my diamonds talking back, they talking back, yeah yeah Diamonds talking back, they talking back, boom pow pow Diamonds talking back, they talking back, blaow blaow blaow Diamonds talking back, they say "fuck y'all" Rock Givenchy shoes like they All-Star Say you turned 'em down it'd be old, dawg Known to light it all like the ball park Crib the same size as the Walmart Yard so big I got a golf cart Diamonds on me shining when you see 'em, boom bing Diamonds on me shining when it's DM, boom bing bing Diamonds on me dancing like it's Breezy over Eazy I can buy a hundred easy, I just got a call from Jeezy I count money too, I'm sleepy, ink on my body, graffiti And you know I come from CP Can't fuck no bitch with no VD, nah Diamonds on me going bing bing bing bing Diamonds on me doing their damn thing thing thing thing Known to get head while the car park Diamonds talking back, they say "fuck "y'all" Yeah, my diamonds talking back, talking back, ya ya Yeah, my diamonds talking back, they talking back, yeah yeah Diamonds talking back, they talking back, boom pow pow Diamonds talking back, they talking back, blaow blaow blaow Diamonds talking back, they say, "Fuck 'yall" Walk in to the VIP and yell, "Touchdown!" Ain't wore the same shoes the whole month now I am so high she told me come down I'm like how, sip a loud, gun go pow Mr. Chow, bling bling blow, bitches bow Bitches bi, they liking girls and guys Ill advised, got the Rollie winterized When I die bury me beside the Cuban links 2 Chainz, a lot of Z's 'cause you niggas sleep Pinky ring ping, index finger ping, middle finger ping Whole lot of rings, whole lot of watches Watches being ostrich, neck, wrist, faucets Chain show 'em options Rings so big you could go boxing Diamonds talking back, yours ain't saying nothing Yeah, my diamonds talking back, talking back, ya ya Yeah, my diamonds talking back, they talking back, yeah yeah Diamonds talking back, they talking back, boom pow pow Diamonds talking back, they talking back, blaow blaow blaow

I just call her boo I don't know her whole name Keep it on the low mane All we eat is lo mien Came from the block Now i gotta whole thang And you betta put a low jack on yo hoe mane I just call her boo I think her name is Shawna What i really know bout the girl that drive the Honda. I just call her boo I think her name is isha, might be Tasha might even be Keisha. All i really know her baby daddy wanna feature And when they ran up on me she damn near had a seizure See i just call her boo I think her name is Ana I met her in Miami, she say she from Atlanta I just call her boo and she finish school And she like to drink and like to smoke my reefer too See i just call her boo I think her name was Tonya I know she from Decatur, she got a stupid onion I just call her boo I don't know her whole name Keep it on the low mane All we eat is lo mien Came from the block Now i gotta whole thang And you betta put a low jack on yo hoe mane Shawty stupid dumb thick i just call her red Now that i think about it maybe i should call ahead She got that super fire i cant even lie She like a water park she aint never dry And i just call her bae and she just call me gotti Don't need no relationship we just fuckin shock She got her own bread shawty school me in a drop Her mama on some day curls her brother got them blocks And she a college girl sophomore i hit her in the dorm On the hard floor she got her shit together so i respect her more So if she ask me for some money she is not a whore I just call her boo I don't know her whole name Keep it on the low mane All we eat is lo mien Came from the block Now i gotta whole thang And you betta put a low jack on yo hoe mane I hate lame niggas so this a hate crime Rich niggas shit up on em a gang sign Gotta glock 40 in my waist line Just bought a new crib by the lake side What is life like its love and i love my girl Show up life a big spenda im tryna fuck the world Yeah fuck em girl you aint gotta go back Call em tell em that yo pussy got kidnapped And she layin with her forehead on my six pack Yeah we got something in common we like big stacks Yeah i know her name but i like to call her boo You shoulda put a chirp on her so she wouldn't move I just call her boo I don't know her whole name Keep it on the low mane All we eat is lo mien Came from the block Now i gotta whole thang And you betta put a low jack on yo hoe mane

Toni! Got a million dollars in my memory bank I can get some money, I don't even think Ahh! Goddamn, bro you ill (8...) Damn bitch, you ill, damn bitch, you real (Real) Damn bitch, you raw (Raw) damn bitch, you ill, uh Damn bitch, you get it (Get it) damn bitch, you got it (Got it) Damn bitch, you rock it (Rock it) damn bitch, you rock it (Rock it) Damn bitch, you ballin', damn, damn, bitch you ballin' (Ballin') Damn Tit, you ballin', damn, damn Tit, you ballin' (Ballin') Damn bitch, you get it, uh, damn Tit, you flippin' (Flippin') Damn bitch, you spendin', you can't take it with you Toni like to drink, Toni like to smoke Toni like to wear a diamond chain inside his coat Toni got the stove with the Pyrex and the fork Toni like to mix the Arm & Hammer with the coke Toni never care, Toni like to pay it Niggas just to pull up on your set and bust your head Toni used to buy the lean by the fuckin' keg Toni used to use a triple beam like a fridge "You don't eat, you don't sleep", that's what Toni said Toni said before he buy it, he gon' have to wear it Toni 'bout to turn you into prey and bow his head Toni gotta own it, Toni take it to the head Damn bitch, you ill, damn bitch, you real (Real) Damn bitch, you raw (Raw) damn bitch, you ill, uh Damn bitch, you get it (Get it) damn bitch, you got it (Got it) Damn bitch, you rock it (Rock it) damn bitch, you rock it (Rock it) Damn bitch, you ballin', damn, damn, bitch you ballin' (Ballin') Damn Tit, you ballin', damn, damn Tit, you ballin' (Ballin') Damn bitch, you get it, uh, damn Tit, you flippin' (Flippin') Damn bitch, you spendin', you can't take it with you Toni motivate, Toni know they hatin' Toni put the deuces on foreign roller skates Toni used the same stove for the turkey baking Toni seen the same hoes out there booty shakin' Toni got connects, Toni rock Pateks Gucci know if Toni don't get it first then that's a threat Toni know he raw, Toni at they neck Toni goin' hard, Toni momma named Jeanette Toni from the block, Toni got respect Toni starin' at her, I think Toni want that bitch Toni from the 'partment, the shadow of the bricks Toni got his girl a double deuce, he got a stick Damn bitch, you ill, damn bitch, you real (Real) Damn bitch, you raw (Raw) damn bitch, you ill, uh Damn bitch, you get it (Get it) damn bitch, you got it (Got it) Damn bitch, you rock it (Rock it) damn bitch, you rock it (Rock it) Damn bitch, you ballin', damn, damn, bitch you ballin' (Ballin') Damn Tit, you ballin', damn, damn Tit, you ballin' (Ballin') Damn bitch, you get it, uh, damn Tit, you flippin' (Flippin') Damn bitch, you spendin', you can't take it with you

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