Justina Valentine – NEVA

Yeah
Oh, bitch you could never

Oh, bitch you could never
Blow a whole bag like me
Make ’em all gag like me
Oh, bitch you could never
Go and run it up like me
Screaming, “I’on give a fuck like me”
Oh, bitch you could never
Kick down the door like me
Then drop it to the floor like me
Oh, bitch you could never
Do it on the spot like me
Really come up off the top like me

Oh, bitch you could never
Switch your whole style up
Watch the money pile up
Cut ’em like a line up
Bitch you could never
Be a innovator, you a little hater
I got ill behavior, you a imitator
Bitch you could never
Run with the boys like me
I’m talking really bring the noise like me
Oh, bitch you could never
Really hold it down like me
Go and take the crown like me

Oh, bitch you could never
Say it with your chest like me
Take a no, make it yes like me
Oh, bitch you could never
Make your own lane like me
Heavy sauce, get stain like me
Oh, bitch you could never
Go and bring it back like me
Spit a motherfucking track like me
Oh, bitch you could never
Be a CEO, make the speakers blow
Party in the Mykonos, did it ’bout a week ago

Sheesh
And I’m just doing this shit for TikTok
I spit, spit for real
You heard?

And, no, bitch you could never
Okay? Thank you Boogs, one take
Simple, I get it popping like a pimple
Yeah, I smile, see the dimples
Never, never ever, never ever, never ever, never ever
Oh, bitch you could never
Never ever, never ever, never ever, never ever
Oh, bitch you could never

Kanye West and Elon Musk Set To Make Joint Clubhouse Appearance

Kanye West and Elon Musk are teaming up for a Clubhouse meeting, which is expected to be a must-listen for those who have access to the audio-only platform frequented by celebrities who are known to often share their thoughts unabashed.

Clubhouse has become very popular among the iPhone community, which has given those users exclusive access to the app, which functions as rooms with hosts who guide and contribute to various discussions, and this latest meeting with Elon Musk and Kanye West will be no different.

This isn’t the first time that the Tesla, SpaceX, and The Boring Company chief executive officer, Musk, has been on the platform as his presence is usually something that draws enough attention. However, he and the creative Kanye West butting heads is sure to be something many would be tuning in for.

Clubhouse is quickly becoming a popular social media platform as it is used as a networking space for people in the tech industry. Musk, who is always up for banter on the subject matter, was recently on Clubhouse talking to the CEO of Robinhood, the company that made the news after Gamestop shares skyrocketed after Redditors conspired to buy the shares and drive up the share prices, leading to a hedge fund declaring bankruptcy after it initiated market manipulation of the shares by betting against them in the first instance. As a result, many working-class persons were able to cash out big. Well, that’s until Robinhood stepped in to freeze movements on buying or selling Gamestop shares. This led to an outcry as many dragged Robinhood for being an agent for the rich instead of acting in the interest of those a name as ‘Robinhood’ should protect.

Meanwhile, Elon Musk, who shared the announcement, has not shared details as to when the virtual event would be held. However, many reacted positively, signaling they would join. Among them the likes of singer and actor Tyrese, among others.

The most entertaining outcome is the most likely

— Elon Musk (@elonmusk) February 10, 2021

CEOs won’t be punished if staffers test +ve: Govt

Dismissing fears of legal action against manufacturing facilities, including imprisonment of the CEO or temporarily sealing of the factory if an employee tests positive for Covid-19 on the premises during lockdown, the Centre on Thursday clarified that there is no such clause in the consolidated revised guidelines of April 15 and such apprehensions are ‘misplaced’.

Smino – TEMPO Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Oh (Yeah, yeah)
Man my boy back in the bitch on some everythang shit
We back in that muthafucka, you know what I’m sayin’? Yes Sir
Nigga, I was gon’ say this
Whole lot to do, feel me? Big SMI-OO
You know what I’m sayin’?
Let’s go
Shit’s whatever

[Verse 1]
I eat pussy ’cause it’s good for me
Pussy tighter than a cheerio
I’m in London, they say “Cheerio” (Cheerio)
In the city, niggas cheer me on
Blunt bigger than a burrito
Queso coupe, I got a tenant in case I swoop
Way too much fun, I’m soundin’ like trigga truth, baby
I don’t be trippin’ like that on the title, just take a trip, baby
I don’t be drinkin’ like that, hope this Hen’ feelin’ Roddy Rich, lazy

[Bridge]
Hop in the back of the boat (Yes)
In the back of the boat (What?)
In the back of the boat (Huh)
In the back of the boat
Aye-aye, in the water
With a bih like Rihanna?
I’m anti broke hoe, you ain’t ballin’ be honest
I took the tempo, huh (Huh)
Damn I caught my tempo, huh (Yeah-yeah)
You nigga straight from the soil
I planted them seeds, I got a tenfold (Alright)
Yeah, I’m the CEO, SMI-O
They tell me copy tenfold, uh
She call me papi, that pussy stay poppin’ for me, me, me, oh

[Chorus]
You ain’t ballin’ be honest, I took the tempo, (Hoe)
Damn I caught my tempo (Oh)
Damn I caught my tempo (Oh)
Damn I caught my tempo
You ain’t ballin’ be honest, I took the tempo, (Hoe)
Damn I caught my tempo (Oh)
Damn I caught my tempo (Oh)
Damn, damn I caught my tem-

[Verse 2]
And I’m never fallin’ regardless the mountain
I’m Billy the goat, I got wonderful balance
She really the GOAT, with no hands and she tell and show
Ten out of ten, everytime I get bidness
She throwin’ the towel, we go eat at Thai
My old bitches see me, I order sushimi like, woah
Yeah we fuckin’ raw
I know, I know you heard somethin’ that your sister saw
I don’t wanna get involved, we just talk
But all this fightin’ in the lobby, sloppy shit must stop
Oh, oh (Oh)

[Chorus]
Damn I caught my tempo (Oh)
Damn I caught my tempo (Oh)
Damn I caught my tempo
You ain’t ballin’ be honest, I took the tempo, (Hoe)
Damn I caught my tempo (Oh)
Damn I caught my tempo (Oh)
Damn, damn I caught my t-

Robert Iger makes surprise exit from Disney

Robert (Bob) Iger abruptly stepped aside as Walt Disney’s chief executive officer, handing the reins to theme parks head Bob Chapek after years of speculation over who would succeed the longtime CEO of the world’s largest entertainment company. Iger will stay to direct creative endeavours through 2021 as Chapek lands one of the most coveted jobs in entertainment.

Blacc Zacc – Carolina Narco Lyrics

[Intro]
Still movin’ work like the Narcos
Big racks on me, Wells Fargo
Told y’all I feel like the Narcos or somethin’
All black diamonds like charcoal
Met me a plug named Pedro
Carolina drug dealer
He introduced me to Diego, haha
The Diego get me the peso, CEO motherf**ker (Kio, Kio)
All white bricks like mayo, hold up

[Chorus]
Still movin’ work like the Narcos
Big racks on me, Wells Fargo
All black diamonds like charcoal
Met me a plug named Pedro
He introduced me to Diego
Diego get me the peso
The peso stackin’ like Legos
All white bricks like mayo
Still movin’ work like the Narcos
Big racks on me, Wells Fargo
All black diamonds like charcoal
Met me a plug named Pedro
He introduced me to Diego
Diego get me the peso
The peso stackin’ like Legos
All white bricks like mayo

[Verse 1]
I took me a trip to the Mecca, found me a plug like Griselda
We was movin’ dope in the Tesla
The Feds tried to raid, we ain’t tell ’em
The price went up, we ain’t sell them, had to double-up with head on
Jackers tryna plot, we ain’t scared of ’em
Tell them niggas think with they head on
Like to play the freeway like Ricky
On Figueroa with about fifty
Got power in my city like 50
When I’m done, I’ma make a documentary
Come to Carolina, nigga, I’m a narco, old school player like Mayo
Got the Cinderella look like J.Lo, her brother pullin’ up in the cargo
Chop your head off like Pablo, the chopper blew his tag like Marco
The bricks all gone, but the trap ain’t closed, my nigga ’round the corner, say he got a couple more
You ever hit the work in a Hemi? If the police get behind me, I’ma hit it
Cookin’ dope in the kitchen like a chemist, straight drop, your face can’t feel it
I heard 12 wanna block, gotta lay low, why they on my block actin’ like a A-hole?
This shit don’t stop ’til I say so, we gon’ still run it up when the slow-mo
Like Travis Scott, nigga, I’m a sicko, this money startin’ to get to my mental
Still keep gas like Citgo, come and get it down for a nickel

[Chorus]
Still movin’ work like the Narcos
Big racks on me, Wells Fargo
All black diamonds like charcoal
Met me a plug named Pedro
He introduced me to Diego
Diego get me the peso
The peso stackin’ like Legos
All white bricks like mayo
Still movin’ work like the Narcos
Big racks on me, Wells Fargo
All black diamonds like charcoal
Met me a plug named Pedro
He introduced me to Diego
Diego get me the peso
The peso stackin’ like Legos
All white bricks like mayo

[Verse 2]
Chop a bitch up like hibachi, this chopper gon’ kick like karate
Pull up on your block, leave the bitch sloppy, want to join our gang? Go and catch a body
The junkies at the line like a free throw, I serve good dope, Gambino
Connected with the Cubans and the ‘migos, this 4L shit like Bino
Had to wash the money, it was dirty, up with the zombies when it’s early
Cookin’ thirty in the pot, Steph Curry, call the contact number, vision blurry
You’ve never seen a plug like Stevie, I make them niggas wonder how to be me
Turned a hundred to a quarter like it’s easy
Finnesse somebody brick, that’s a freebie

[Chorus]
Still movin’ work like the Narcos
Big racks on me, Wells Fargo
All black diamonds like charcoal
Met me a plug named Pedro
He introduced me to Diego
Diego get me the peso
The peso stackin’ like Legos
All white bricks like mayo
Still movin’ work like the Narcos
Big racks on me, Wells Fargo
All black diamonds like charcoal
Met me a plug named Pedro
He introduced me to Diego
Diego get me the peso
The peso stackin’ like Legos
All white bricks like mayo

LinkedIn CEO steps aside after 11 years, says time is right

The LinkedIn professional networking service is getting a new CEO. Jeff Weiner will become executive chairman after 11 years as CEO of the Microsoft-owned business. Ryan Roslansky, senior vice president of product, will become CEO as of June 1. Weiner said the timing felt right personally and professionally, with a ready successor.

Jessica Dime – Disrespectful Lyrics

[Intro]
I’m so disrespectful
I’m so disrespectful
I’m so disrespectful
When I walk in the door
I be deliberately disrespectin’ their ass

[Hook]
I’m so disrespectful
I’m so disrespectful
I’m so disrespectful
I’m so disrespectful
Disrespecting these hoes (shoes!)
Disrespecting these hoes (clothes!)
Disrespecting these hoes (cash!)
Disrespecting these hoes (man!)

[Verse 1]
They envious and it’s obvious
These hoes debating ’bout me like politics
Call a mortician, every day I swat a bitch
I don’t want for nothing, I never borrow, bitch
My outfits f**king up their whole life
The bands I’m spending, they never get their whole life
Everywhere I go I’m smelling like a f**king pale
So disrespectful, I dare these hoes to make ’em fail
I know they mumbling, I make their niggas wanna leave ’em
I just get their money, talk bitches, you can keep ’em
Violate me and you [?]
Boss bitch, nigga, I’m a CEO

[Hook]
I’m so disrespectful
I’m so disrespectful
I’m so disrespectful
I’m so disrespectful
Disrespecting these hoes (shoes!)
Disrespecting these hoes (clothes!)
Disrespecting these hoes (cash!)
Disrespecting these hoes (man!)

[Verse 2]
Giuseppe Zanotti, Yves Saint Laurent
Valentino and Louboutins, got what you don’t
I be giving it to ’em, disrespecting their ass
From my [?] to my shoulders respecting my ass
Walk in the club, heads turning, niggas see me
Looking so gorgeous, straight bitches wanna eat me
Heels on, standing on a couch
So disrespectful, quick to slap a bitch right in her mouth
From my weave to my nails to my f**king make-up
I be shitting on these bitches soon as I wake up
You get problems with your niggas, well ma’ don’t trip
They have this megaphone calling, I’m at the dealership
Just call me first lady ’cause I get the presidency
Bad bitches getting money, that’s all I represent
So disrespectful, got these haters going loco
The price on my bag looking like a f**king [?]

[Hook]
I’m so disrespectful
I’m so disrespectful
I’m so disrespectful
I’m so disrespectful
Disrespecting these hoes (shoes!)
Disrespecting these hoes (clothes!)
Disrespecting these hoes (cash!)
Disrespecting these hoes (man!)

Blacc Zacc – Chump Change Lyrics

[Intro]
I still got the bag in the city, come and get it (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, Neeko, you made that motherf**kin’ beat? Ah, nah, you ain’t make that motherf**ker
This ain’t nothin’ but some chump change, dog (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
I just signed a deal for a muh’f**kin’ ticket (Ticket)
I still got them bags in the city, come and get it (Come on)
Catch me in the kitchen cookin’ dope ’til I’m dizzy (Dope)
All this ice on me got a young nigga glistening (Ice)
Bad yellow thing, I heard that pussy off the chain (Woo)
I just got some brain, I don’t even know her name (Woo)
I got Roll Wraiths, pussy boy stay in your lane (Lane)
Went to Johnny Dang, spent a couple chump change (CEO muh’f**ka)

[Verse 1]
Went to Johnny Dang, I spent the extra on the chain (Ooh)
I blow the check insane, I’m ’bout to ice tray the gang (Ice)
I copped this groupie ho, she wanna f**k me for my fame (Bitch)
White and red bitch, she eatin’ dick like candy cane (Bitch)
I just signed a deal and they actin’ like I’m broke (Yup)
Got that bitch, they dropped the bag at Interscope (Let’s go)
I’m still in the Hellcat with the .30 on the pole (Skrrt)
Won’t hesitate to smoke a lil’ rapper like a pope (Bitch)
Don’t compare me to you rappers, I don’t really speak lyrics (Uh-huh)
The world know I’m a trapper, I get lyrics through spirit (Nah)
I was bein’ way too humble, I had to come up out that shell
I don’t care about no cover, my bag XXL (Nigga)

[Chorus]
I just signed a deal for a muh’f**kin’ ticket (Ticket)
I still got them bags in the city, come and get it (Come on)
Catch me in the kitchen cookin’ dope ’til I’m dizzy (Dope)
All this ice on me got a young nigga glistening (Ice)
Bad yellow thing, I heard that pussy off the chain (Woo)
I just got some brain, I don’t even know her name (Woo)
I got Roll Wraiths, pussy boy stay in your lane (Lane)
Went to Johnny Dang, spent a couple chump change (CEO muh’f**ka)

[Verse 2]
Lil’ freaky bitch can eat the dick, but I don’t love her (Bitch)
I got too many hoes to f**k, nigga, I can shuffle (Bitch)
I’m still ’bout my chips like a muh’f**kin’ Ruffle (Let’s go)
Took my first advance and spent that shit up off some bubble (Woo)
Get that shit through customs, I’m addicted to the hustle (Let’s go)
Touch my chain and you a goner, caught a corner, I’ma buss ’em (Brrt)
Ain’t ever in the city, “How he claim that he the richest?” (What?)
I heard his hood against him, niggas change when you get millions
(Ha)
I started epidemic, niggas’ trappin’ like they Zacc (CEO muh’f**ka)
Bitch, this ain’t no gimmick, I really C up in the trap (Yeah)
Comin’ down that chimney, I’m like Grinch for that set
Told OG, “Let’s get it,” made a M off of rap (Nigga)

[Chorus]
I just signed a deal for a muh’f**kin’ ticket (Ticket)
I still got them bags in the city, come and get it (Come on)
Catch me in the kitchen cookin’ dope ’til I’m dizzy (Dope)
All this ice on me got a young nigga glistening (Ice)
Bad yellow thing, I heard that pussy off the chain (Woo)
I just got some brain, I don’t even know her name (Woo)
I got Roll Wraiths, pussy boy stay in your lane (Lane)
Went to Johnny Dang, spent a couple chump change (CEO muh’f**ka)

CEO pessimism over global growth at record high: Survey

CEOs are showing record levels of pessimism in the global economy, with 53% predicting a decline in the rate of economic growth in 2020, as per a survey. This is up from 29% in 2019 and 5% in 2018 – the highest level of pessimism since 2012. By contrast, number of CEOs projecting a rise in the rate of economic growth dropped from 42% in 2019 to only 22% in 2020.

Jay Fizzle – Introduction Lyrics

[Intro]
Fah, fah
Racks racks
Fizzle
Gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Whole lot of paper route business
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Paper route Taliban
Big grape
Crip

[Chorus]
Pockets on full, strapped with that forty, yeah
I hear the little shit that you talkin’
I don’t sip lean, but I smoke weed, yeah
Strong got a lil nigga coughin’
Leave a nigga dead, put him in the grave, yeah
Put a lil nigga in a coffin
Nigga you a bitch, nigga you a ho
CEO want you gone, lil nigga I got you

[Verse 1]
I got two guns, ayy, try me, get pop popped
I got two sons, play with them, no question, you got
I got coupon, I got a nigga whacked for the cheap
Ayy, big Grape nigga, big C, ayy
Double G down to the feet, yeah
Big Tigga my role model
And Mad Max nigga off Shottas
I feel like the plug, El Chapo
You was hoopin’ in school, I was robbin’
Gang turned up, nigga Taliban
Hood on go like Pakistan
You ain’t heard, now you heard, nigga I’m the man
Pop a nigga’s ass like a rubber band

[Bridge]
I’m the plug lil nigga, that’s why I look like this
I’m the shooter lil nigga, that’s why I move like this
I got the Glock lil nigga, that’s why I walk like this
My pockets fat lil nigga, that’s why I talk like this
I’m the plug lil nigga, that’s why I look like this
I’m the shooter lil nigga, that’s why I move like this
I got the Glock lil nigga, that’s why I walk like this
My pockets fat lil nigga, that’s why I talk like this

[Verse 2]
Been with the shit, no toilet bowl
I, turn a nigga head to a hole
TT he loc, that man can’t fold, ayy
Play with lil cuz and get smoked
I’m rollin’ dope, I’m smokin’ dope, yeah
Burn the lil hairs off my nose
Trap never close, knock at the door, yeah
I get you served on the boat
Water on me like a Fanta
Shittin’ on niggas, no Pamper
Chopper turn niggas to dancers
He the wrong smoke, don’t do cancer
I shot his ass like a Newport
Trappin’ and robbin’ my new sport
I f**ked a thot and got two ‘borts
Then f**ked this bitch in like two bullets

[Interlude]
Paper route business nigga
Paper route Fizzle nigga
Big grape
Fah fah
That’s all you gon’ hear me say in the foreign
Dumpin’ out the window nigga
Fah fah

[Chorus]
Pockets on full, strapped with that forty, yeah
I hear the little shit that you talkin’
I don’t sip lean, but I smoke weed, yeah
Strong got a lil nigga coughin’
Leave a nigga dead, put him in the grave, yeah
Put a lil nigga in a coffin
Nigga you a bitch, nigga you a ho
CEO want you gone, lil nigga I got you

K. Michelle – Supa Hood Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
B-beats for the stars

[Verse 1: K. Michelle]
901 on my phone comin’ through
Young nigga, street dude, 22
Sorry, I’m not ’bout to play wit’ you (I’m so sorry)
‘Cause if we fuckin’, you fuck off, then I’ma shoot (Shoot, yeah, shoot)
Memphis niggas drive me crazy (Crazy)
I may let him fuck and he ain’t even gotta pay me (He gotta pay)
He be wit’ the shit, never Fugazi
He don’t hesitate to shoot for a lady
I roll his weed and how he like to buy my weave
And he be off the drink, I need it
I admit that I love this shit

[Pre-Chorus: K. Michelle]
‘Cause the hooder the better, we badder together
The richer the nigga, the pussy get wetter
The hooder the better, we badder together
The richer the nigga, the pussy get wetter (Yeah)

[Chorus: K. Michelle]
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood, I love my niggas
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood, I love my bitch
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood, I love my dick
Super good (Super, super)
Super good (Super, super)
Super good (Super, super)
Super good, I love my bitch

[Verse 2: Yung Miami]
When they super hood, yeah, that be super good (Damn)
It’s just somethin’ ’bout them niggas when they out the hood (Oww)
I let him hold my [?] with no licence (Yep)
Knock a bitch out, got ’em like I’m Mike Tyson (Haha)
If he call me and I’m sleep, bitch, I’m wakin’ up (I’m wakin’ up)
It’s like every other week, we be breakin’ up (Child, please)
The only nigga that can smoke weed in my car
If we get pulled over, stash the weed in my bra
Let him hit raw, might give a baby to him (Yep)
I’m super crazy ’bout him, God know I love ’em hood (God knows)
I ain’t goin’ nowhere, lets get that understood
I just love my niggas hood (Period)

[Pre-Chorus: K. Michelle]
The hooder the better, we badder together
The richer the nigga, the pussy get wetter
The hooder the better, we badder together
The richer the nigga, the pussy get wetter (Yeah)

[Chorus: K. Michelle]
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood, I love my niggas
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood, I love my bitch
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood, I love my dick
Super good (Super, super)
Super good (Super, super)
Super good (Super, super)
Super good, I love my bitch

[Verse 3: Kash Doll]
If he ain’t a hood nigga, why bother?
Richer [?] father
A block baby with more cabbage than a farmer
The type of nigga used to trap out the [?]
Used to have goals but he got rid of those
Went from movin’ O’s to fuckin’ wit’ CEO’s
When bad bitches controls, neck and wrists get froze
And them the type of nigga, soak my pussy through my clothes
And um, chocolate brown, nice smile, that’s the kind I like
Kinda wild but that nigga got his money right (Right)
If I tell him “It’s a go”, he won’t hit the brakes
And you know that nigga keep that fire on him just in case

[Pre-Chorus: K. Michelle]
‘Cause the hooder the better, we badder together
The richer the nigga, the pussy get wetter
The hooder the better, we badder together
The richer the nigga, the pussy get wetter (Yeah)

[Chorus: K. Michelle]
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood, I love my niggas
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood, I love my bitch
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood, I love my dick
Super good (Super, super)
Super good (Super, super)
Super good (Super, super)
Super good, I love my bitch

Nicki Minaj – Suge (Remix) Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: Nicki Minaj & DaBaby]
I had to do it (Pooh, you a fool for this one)
Ha (Hm, hm)
Oh Lord, Jetson made another one (Rrrh, oo)

[Chorus: DaBaby]
Hah, pack in the mail, it’s gone (Uh)
She like how I smell, cologne (Yeah)
I just signed a deal, I’m on (Yeah, yeah)
I go where I want, I’m good (Good)
Play if you want, let’s do it (Ha)
I’m a young CEO, Suge (Yeah) (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Drug lord, Griselda
I used to move weight through delta
So stay in your place ’cause I
Don’t wanna put you in a shelter
I’m cooking up in the kitchen
You could be my little helper
Go to the table and ask ’em
Do they want the flat or the seltzer?
I go where I want I’m good
My niggas’ll get them goods
So come off the chain and come off the watch
You gotta respect the jux
Queen sleazy era
And they never see me ever
‘Cause I send my shooters and they introduce us
As soon as I pull the lever (Brr)
I say “Choke me,” he do it
Every time that we do it
Nigga packing like Hewlett
I told him “damn nigga, you lit”
On that D going stupid
Got my ass-shots from Cupid
You could just ask Ken
He be like “Hadouken!” (Rrrh)

[Chorus: Dababy]
Hah, pack in the mail, it’s gone (Uh)
She like how I smell, cologne (Yeah)
I just signed a deal, I’m on (Yeah, yeah)
I go where I want, I’m good (Good)
Play if you want, let’s do it (Ha)
I’m a young CEO, Suge (Yeah) (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: DaBaby]
The first nigga play, I’ma body a nigga (Ha)
I just checked my balance
I’ll probably pull up to your hood
And come buy me a nigga (No cap)
You know that your ho told you that nigga crazy
Don’t think that she lied to you, nigga (Bitch)
Get caught with your ho when I’m poppin’ ’em both
Now they high just like Bobby and Whitney (Haa)
Say I’m the goat, act like I don’t know
But fuck it, I’m obviously winnin’
Don’t make me go hit the bank and take out a hundred
To show you our pockets are different (Ha)
I’m out with your bitch and I only want knowledge
She got a lil’ mileage, I’m chillin’ (Uh, uh)
You disrespect me and I’ll beat your ass up
All in front of your partners and children (Ahh, ahh)
I’m the type to let a nigga think that I’m broke
Until I pop out with a million (I pop)
Take 20K and put that on your head
And make one of your partners come kill you (Yeah)
Say he fuckin’ with me then he gotta grow up
‘Cause this nigga gotta be kiddin’ (Kiddin’)
This shit, it can’t fit in my pocket
I got it, like I hit the lottery, nigga (Hot, hot, hot)
Opp, I slap the shit out of niggas
No talkin’, I don’t like to argue with niggas (I don’t)
Ain’t gon’ be no more laughin’
You see me whip out guns
I’m gon’ be done shot me a nigga (No cap)
I don’t follow no bitches on IG
But all of your bitches, they follow a nigga (Ha)
And that lil’ nigga ain’t gon’ shoot shit with that gun
He just pull it out in his pictures (Bitch, uh)

[Chorus: DaBaby]
Hah, pack in the mail, it’s gone (Uh)
She like how I smell, cologne (Yeah)
I just signed a deal, I’m on (Yeah, yeah)
I go where I want, I’m good (Good)
Play if you want, let’s do it (Ha)
I’m a young CEO, Suge (Yeah) (Yeah, yeah)
Hah, pack in the mail, it’s gone (Uh)
She like how I smell, cologne (Yeah)
I just signed a deal, I’m on (Yeah, yeah)
I go where I want, I’m good (Good)
Play if you want, let’s do it (Ha)
I’m a young CEO, Suge (Yeah) (Yeah, yeah)

Rich the Kid – Racks Out Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
TheLabCook

[Chorus]
Niggas lyin’ ’bout they flexing, I done did that (I done did that)
Niggas showin’ off, it’s cute, now where your bitch at? (Where your bitch?)
I been chasin’ after that check, now I can’t miss that (I can’t miss that)
Why you cappin’? signed 360 on your contract (Woo, woo, woo)
Nigga, racks out (Racks out), ass out (Ass out)
If the pussy good, she at the penthouse (At the penthouse)
Thirty racks on Chanel, I done cashed out (I done cashed out)
Whole zip of the cookie, I might pass out (Woo, woo, woo, woo)

[Verse 1]
Blew a mil’, I done did that (I done did that)
Put my wrist up in the freezer like an ice pack (Ice, ice, ice)
He got two hundred thousand for that contract (For that contract)
Now that nigga broke, like where your funds at? (What, what?)
In that pussy, got her drippin’ (Got her drippin’)
She had to leave, he was slippin’ (He was slippin’)
I done broke my wrist in the kitchen (In the kitchen)
I don’t trust a bitch that say she different (Lil’ bitch)
She puttin’ gas in my Wraith (In my Wraith)
Yeah the money hide in safe (Hide in safe)
I can’t trust ’em ’cause they fake
Fucked a bitch to get the cake (Get the cake)
Chase the money, on a race (On a race)
Don’t put that pussy in my face (What?)

[Chorus]
Niggas lyin’ ’bout they flexing, I done did that (I done did that)
Niggas showin’ off, it’s cute, now where your bitch at? (Where your bitch?)
I been chasin’ after that check, now I can’t miss that (I can’t miss that)
Why you cappin’? signed 360 on your contract (Woo, woo, woo)
Nigga, racks out (Racks out), ass out (Ass out)
If the pussy good, she at the penthouse (At the penthouse)
Thirty racks on Chanel, I done cashed out (I done cashed out)
Whole zip of the cookie, I might pass out (Woo, woo, woo, woo)

[Verse 2]
Throw a quarter-mil, you can’t do it (Yeah, yeah)
Why you cappin’? AP fake, I ain’t stupid (Stupid)
I just wanna get that money, put my team on (My team on)
Cuban link on me, it’s an ice cup (Ice, ice, ice)
Bet she want a purse match her brown hair (Brown hair)
But she trippin’, ain’t no fuckin’ trickin’ ’round here (‘Round here)
Niggas switch up when they make it (When they make it)
I had the chance, I had to take it (Woo)
Stay back, your money way flat (Money way flat)
I’m the fuckin’ CEO, how you gon’ top that? (How you gon’ top that?)
Off-White with the Gucci, where the mop at? (Mop at?)
Make her bust it open, then I send her right back (Rich)

[Chorus]
Niggas lyin’ ’bout they flexing, I done did that (I done did that)
Niggas showin’ off, it’s cute, now where your bitch at? (Where your bitch?)
I been chasin’ after that check, now I can’t miss that (I can’t miss that)
Why you cappin’? signed 360 on your contract (Woo, woo, woo)
Nigga, racks out (Racks out), ass out (Ass out)
If the pussy good, she at the penthouse (At the penthouse)
Thirty racks on Chanel, I done cashed out (I done cashed out)
Whole zip of the cookie, I might pass out (Woo, woo, woo, woo)

Russ – September 16 Lyrics

[Chorus]
I don’t know why we even tried this in the first place
But it all comes back to love
Yeah, it all comes back to love (na, na, na)
I been trying to do my best in the worst way
‘Cause it all comes back to love
Yeah, it all comes back to love (na, na, na)

[Verse 1]
Met back in our twenties
Ex-wife wanted money
You still wanted me back then but now you do not love me
No affection, no respect
It’s been too long since a check came my way
Not the same ever since my father’s death
No excuses, yeah I know
I been trying, I been trying
June I’m fine, kids I’m fine
I been lying, I been lying
So much pressure, I can’t sleep
Everything about me aching
It’s so hard to accept my kid bringing home the bacon
I’m at fault, I’m a loser, best believe I’ve heard it all
From the girl of my dreams that I married in the fall
And I get it, your resentment, yeah it’s justified
But I’ve had enough of arguing, I’ve had enough of crying
I know that you’re mad but you were mad when I was paid too
I’m feeling helpless I just hope our love saves you
It’s been over twenty years, recognize our blessings
Even though that we can barely coexist for more than twenty seconds, damn

[Chorus]
I don’t know why we even tried this in the first place
But it all comes back to love
Yeah, it all comes back to love (na, na, na)
I been trying to do my best in the worst way
‘Cause it all comes back to love
Yeah, it all comes back to love (na, na, na)

[Verse 2]
I love you Jim, the way you grin, the way you make me laugh
The way you helped me raise three angels, wouldn’t take it back
I think you’re a genius, that’s why I be stressing you
CEO, CEO, I expect nothing less from you
That’s a compliment, I know that I should show more
Gratitude for you, I know my attitude’s been so poor
But so have we but this is deeper than a bank account
I know that I got pent up shit, I know I need to work it out
Russell takes me traveling, he just does our balancing
He knows that you’re strong meanwhile he knows that I’m unraveling
He’s not taking sides, trust me he says that you’re right
He just tryna help us both, he don’t wanna see us fight
It rained when we got married and you know I loved the sun
I know I blamed you for things outta your control
But you’re the one that I love
Damn, that I love (I’m sorry, I love you)

[Chorus]
I don’t know why we even tried this in the first place
But it all comes back to love
Yeah, it all comes back to love (na na na)
I been trying to do my best in the worst way
‘Cause it all comes back to love
Yeah, it all comes back to love (na na na)

[Outro]
Na, na, na
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na

Rich The Kid – Can’t Afford It lyrics

[Intro: Rich The Kid]
You know what I’m saying, I know they doubted me
Counted me out, you know what I’m saying
Bossed up, real CEO though, read about it

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Suicide doors, go up (skrrt)
They ain’t wanna see me blow up (what)
Huh, from the Mazi to the Bentley trucks (Bentley trucks)
Off-White with the Gucci, I might switch it up (yeah, yeah)
Came up off a sill, sign my deal in the same week (huh)
Put my wrist on chill, AP real, that sh*t ain’t cheap
Amiri, my jeans fit a hundred thousand
I’m the sh*t, like a toilet, why you flexing you can’t afford it (huh)

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
Huh, I know I’m winning but they doubted me (doubted me)
Niggas thought that I was playing, I’m the prodigy (what)
Diamonds cooler than a cooler, shout out to my jeweler (ice, ice)
If I want that n*gger sooner, put her in a Uber
I had ran up a sack, f*ck a contract
Cookie pack, anthrax, catch a contact
Rich forever I’m the CEO
50,000 just in Barneys, I got plenty more
Picking bitches out a magazine
AP or the new Philippe (ice, ice)
New Givenchy on my feet
I got three million haters you can take a seat

[Chorus: Rich The Kid & Pusha-T ]
Suicide doors, go up (skrrt)
They ain’t wanna see me blow up (what)
Huh, from the Mazi to the Bentley trucks (ooh)
Off-White with the Gucci, I might switch it up (yeah, yeah)
King Push
Came up off a sill, sign my deal in the same week (huh)
Baby, your self-esteem cannot be this low
Put my wrist on chill, AP real, that sh*t ain’t cheap
Why is you f*ckin’ this man?
Amiri, my jeans fit a hundred thousand
You know he can’t afford it
I’m the sh*t, like a toilet, why you flexing you can’t afford it

[Verse 2: Pusha-T]
He can’t afford you, baby, just abort it (kill a baby)
That 488 just got ordered
Facetiming from the flight I just boarded (right)
I’ll have my travel agent get you sorted
Nowadays you impressed by so little
I look at your top 5, niggas is so middle
The rhymes don’t even riddle
The diamonds in your Rollies don’t skittle
I see no rainbows
All you lame-os
I just changed clothes
The peacoat is Marni, you thinking Armani
This sh*t is from Jeffrey’s, that sh*t is from Barney’s (ooh)
You should have Zoe Costello to applaud me
Or impede

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Suicide doors, go up (skrrt)
They ain’t wanna see me blow up (what)
Huh, from the Mazi to the Bentley trucks (Bentley trucks)
Off-White with the Gucci, I might switch it up (yeah, yeah)
Came up off a sill, sign my deal in the same week (huh)
Put my wrist on chill, AP real, that sh*t ain’t cheap
Amiri, my jeans fit a hundred thousand
I’m the sh*t, like a toilet, why you flexing you can’t afford it

Famous Dex – CEO Lyrics

[Intro: Pachino & Famous Dex]
Yeah (you know)
Ah, had to sip that lemon water, you know
Talk my shit heavily (yeah, heavily, man)
Lotta shit changed in the past few years, you know
Less friends, more money though (yeah, what)
Huh, count up
Huh, yeah (skrrt)
Uh, yeah (skrrt, talk your shit, Chino)

[Verse 1: Pachino & Famous Dex]
Uh, Balenciaga runners (yeah)
Huh, put in hours just like a trucker
Man, I don’t fuck with suckas (skrrt, skrrt)
Huh, came up in this rap shit, they say I lucked up
Man, they got me fucked up (got me fucked up)
Huh, my man got it fucked up (ha)
Huh, shoot ’em head to buckets (Dexter)
And we causin’ ruckus (ha, yeah, what)
Ooh, these bitches wanna fuck me (they do)
Ha, got three kids, gota AP (ooh), hell nah can’t fuck me (nah baby girl, uh)
Ha, trappin’ on the block with a Glock (what), hell nah it ain’t rusty (bow)
Ha, run up on me, yeah I’m bustin’, huh (bow, bow, bow)
Run up on me, yeah I’m bustin’ (what)
Ha, ooh, pop a molly, bustin’, ooh, what

[Verse 2: Pachino & Famous Dex]
Uh, joggers tight but the money fit
He got indicted with a hundred grips (yeah)
Got fly miles, took a hundred trips (nyoom)
Huh, what? A hundred trips (oh man god damn)
Hundred bands, yeah I run the shit
Huh, I got the trap, it’s bustin’ (what, uh)
12 try to kick my door and shit (what)
Wait, I had to call my cousin, huh (yeah)
Skrrt in the Lambo (skrrt, skrrt)
Got a lil’ bitch, she a cute hoe
Diamonds like rainbow (rainbow)
Oh, yeah where the money go? (Ooh)
I’m like, yeah where the money go?

[Verse 3: Pachino & Famous Dex]
The money we spent it, we got it back (we got it)
Talkin’ that trap, did a lot of that (yeah)
We throwin’ out packs like a quarterback (skrrt)
And we catchin’ that ball like a running back (nyoom)
Talkin’ this rap shit
You know you my son with that (that’s my lil’ nigga)
My man got that .45, and we’ll make him jump with that (pew, pew, pew)
He talkin’ that tough shit
And we’ll make him run with that (pew, what)
His bitch outside, I bet you he won’t get his lover back (oh man god damn, ooh, ha, what)

[Verse 4: Famous Dex]
Ha, she a thot, thot, thot, thot, huh (ooh)
Ooh, ha, she on my cock, cock, cock (what)
Ooh, I was trappin’ on the block, ooh (a block)
Puttin’ dope in my sock, ooh, huh (my sock, what, ooh)
Used to keep a Glock, ooh (ha, yeah, what)
Red beam on the Glock, ooh, huh (oh man god damn)
Had to stop the shit, yeah (ooh, huh)
Had me a kid, so I had to get rich (what)
Huh, yeah, shout out to Rich (ooh)
Huh, that’s my brother, lil’ bitch (that’s my brother, lil’ bitch)
What, yeah, don’t blame me
Huh, yeah, diamonds on my teeth (my what)
Huh, yeah, the boy wannabe
Huh, but he can’t be like me (ha, what)

[Outro: Famous Dex & Pachino]
Ha, yeah
What, yeah, ha (ha, what)
Dexter and Chino, huh (know what the fuck goin’ on, man)
Every time we do music, this shit go (Chino man, milli gang, CEO shit)
Ha, Dexter and Chino, huh
Every time we do music, this shit go
Huh, yeah, huh, what
Milli gang shit, ha
DDB, bitch
What, your bitch shit, ooh
CEO shit, ooh, a what, yeah, yeah, huh (CEO shit, CEO shit, CEO shit)
Milli gang shit, yeah
DDB shit
Yeah, know we run shit
Yeah, know I’m done shit, yeah (we did this shit in like two minutes man, stop fuckin’ playin’)
Know what I’m sayin’ (haha, bitch ass niggas)
Yeah, milli gang DDB shit, you know what I’m sayin’
Take your books out, yeah

Rich The Kid – Dear Friends lyrics

[Intro]
You lil’ niggas, man (you lil’ niggas is little)
Know what I’m sayin’?
Big bosses big, big boss, CEO sh*t
You know what I’m sayin’?
Take yo hoe and some more sh*t, you dig?
Pour a four, sh*t
Mustard on the beat, ho

[Chorus]
You little niggas (little niggas)
My check bigger (check bigger)
Can’t flex, nigga (flex)
Can’t bet witcha (huh)
Teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt)
Motherf*ck the fame, I done came to the vault (for what)
All them dead friends (dead)
You a middleman (what)
You a little man (little, huh)
Your money getting shorter (shorter)
My bitch from ‘cross the water (bitch)
Teach you how to count it (yeah), all about it, better boss up (rich)

[Verse 1]
Put my pride to the side (side), I could never lie
I don’t care if you cry, let them n*gger niggas die
Ayy, Bentley matte black (skrrt), ooh, different kind of fabric
CEO status (huh), all my niggas savage (what)
You niggas’ll change for fame (fame)
It’s a sad game (sad game)
This the fast lane (skrrt)
Dug up money with the shovel (shovel), I could bury the bundle
It’s the Lamb, yeah
What you been sayin’, yeah? (What you been sayin’, yeah?)
Ooh, it’s the game, yeah (gang)
Yeah them chopsticks no lil’ sh*t (grra)
You could get your wig split (your wig split)
Couple mil on that deal, nigga (deal, nigga)
I’m a boss, my whole team countin’ still, nigga (rich)

[Chorus]
You little niggas (little niggas)
My check bigger (check bigger)
Can’t flex, nigga (flex)
Can’t bet witcha (huh)
Teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt)
Motherf*ck the fame, I done came to the vault (for what)
All them dead friends (dead)
You a middleman (what)
You a little man (little, huh)
Your money getting shorter (shorter)
My bitch from ‘cross the water (bitch)
Teach you how to count it (yeah), all about it, better boss up (rich)

[Verse 2]
Pull up with the drama (drama)
Better be movin’ proper (what)
Better use a yoppa (grra)
We ain’t playin’ fair, you a teddy bear (teddy)
My wrist too cold with Moncler
Talkin’ the trap but you not there
On the bullsh*t (bullsh*t), that pullin’ up quick (quick)
Like a foreign so many sticks (sticks)
That’s that tragic sh*t (tragic sh*t)
I got the baddest bitch (baddest)
Yeah, yeah (yah)
Yeah, yeah, quarter mil on my car, yeah (quarter milli)
Drippin’ in Chanel, that’s a bar, yeah (that’s a bar)
Come to Rich Forever, be a star, yeah (be a star)
I got too much ice (ice)
I got (I got)
Too many probs, too much paper, right (rich)

[Chorus]
You little niggas (little niggas), my check bigger (check bigger)
Can’t flex, nigga (flex), can’t bet witcha (huh)
Teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt)
Motherf*ck the fame, I done came to the vault (for what)
All them dead friends (dead), you a middleman (what)
You a little man (little, huh)
Your money getting shorter (shorter)
My bitch from ‘cross the water (bitch)
Teach you how to count it (yeah), all about it, better boss up (rich)

Rich The Kid – Dead Friends

[Intro]
You lil’ niggas, man (you lil’ niggas is little)
Know what I’m sayin’?
Big bosses big, big boss, CEO shit
You know what I’m sayin’?
Take yo hoe and some more shit, you dig?
Pour a four, shit
Mustard on the beat, ho

[Chorus]
You little niggas (little niggas)
My check bigger (check bigger)
Can’t flex, nigga (flex)
Can’t bet witcha (huh)
Teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt)
Motherfuck the fame, I done came to the vault (for what)
All them dead friends (dead)
You a middleman (what)
You a little man (little, huh)
Your money getting shorter (shorter)
My bitch from ‘cross the water (bitch)
Teach you how to count it (yeah), all about it, better boss up (rich)

[Verse 1]
Put my pride to the side (side), I could never lie
I don’t care if you cry, let them pussy niggas die
Ayy, Bentley matte black (skrrt), ooh, different kind of fabric
CEO status (huh), all my niggas savage (what)
You niggas’ll change for fame (fame)
It’s a sad game (sad game)
This the fast lane (skrrt)
Dug up money with the shovel (shovel), I could bury the bundle
It’s the Lamb, yeah
What you been sayin’, yeah? (What you been sayin’, yeah?)
Ooh, it’s the gang, yeah (gang)
Yeah them chopsticks no lil’ shit (grra)
You could get your wig split (your wig split)
Couple mil on that deal, nigga (deal, nigga)
I’m a boss, my whole team countin’ still, nigga (rich)

[Chorus]
You little niggas (little niggas)
My check bigger (check bigger)
Can’t flex, nigga (flex)
Can’t bet witcha (huh)
Teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt)
Motherfuck the fame, I done came to the vault (for what)
All them dead friends (dead)
You a middleman (what)
You a little man (little, huh)
Your money getting shorter (shorter)
My bitch from ‘cross the water (bitch)
Teach you how to count it (yeah), all about it, better boss up (rich)

[Verse 2]
Pull up with the drama (drama)
Better be movin’ proper (what)
Better use a yoppa (grra)
We ain’t playin’ fair, you a teddy bear (teddy)
My wrist too cold with Moncler
Talkin’ the trap but you not there
On the bullshit (bullshit), that pullin’ up quick (quick)
Like a foreign so many sticks (sticks)
That’s that tragic shit (tragic shit)
I got the baddest bitch (baddest)
Yeah, yeah (yah)
Yeah, yeah, quarter mil on my car, yeah (quarter milli)
Drippin’ in Chanel, that’s a bar, yeah (that’s a bar)
Come to Rich Forever, be a star, yeah (be a star)
I got too much ice (ice)
I got (I got)
Too many props, too much paper, right (rich)

[Chorus]
You little niggas (little niggas), my check bigger (check bigger)
Can’t flex, nigga (flex), can’t bet witcha (huh)
Teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt)
Motherfuck the fame, I done came to the vault (for what)
All them dead friends (dead), you a middleman (what)
You a little man (little, huh)
Your money getting shorter (shorter)
My bitch from ‘cross the water (bitch)
Teach you how to count it (yeah), all about it, better boss up (rich)

Rich The Kid – Dead Friends Lyrics

[Intro]
You lil’ niggas, man (you lil’ niggas is little)
Know what I’m sayin’?
Big bosses big, big boss, CEO shit
You know what I’m sayin’?
Take yo hoe and some more shit, you dig?
Pour a four, shit
Mustard on the beat, ho

[Chorus]
You little niggas (little niggas)
My check bigger (check bigger)
Can’t flex, nigga (flex)
Can’t bet witcha (huh)
Teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt)
Motherfuck the fame, I done came to the vault (for what)
All them dead friends (dead)
You a middleman (what)
You a little man (little, huh)
Your money getting shorter (shorter)
My bitch from ‘cross the water (bitch)
Teach you how to count it (yeah), all about it, better boss up (rich)

[Verse 1]
Put my pride to the side (side), I could never lie
I don’t care if you cry, let them pussy niggas die
Ayy, Bentley matte black (skrrt), ooh, different kind of fabric
CEO status (huh), all my niggas savage (what)
You niggas’ll change for fame (fame)
It’s a sad game (sad game)
This the fast lane (skrrt)
Dug up money with the shovel (shovel), I could bury the bundle
It’s the Lamb, yeah
What you been sayin’, yeah? (What you been sayin’, yeah?)
Ooh, it’s the gang, yeah (gang)
Yeah them chopsticks no lil’ shit (grra)
You could get your wig split (your wig split)
Couple mil on that deal, nigga (deal, nigga)
I’m a boss, my whole team countin’ still, nigga (rich)

[Chorus]
You little niggas (little niggas)
My check bigger (check bigger)
Can’t flex, nigga (flex)
Can’t bet witcha (huh)
Teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt)
Motherfuck the fame, I done came to the vault (for what)
All them dead friends (dead)
You a middleman (what)
You a little man (little, huh)
Your money getting shorter (shorter)
My bitch from ‘cross the water (bitch)
Teach you how to count it (yeah), all about it, better boss up (rich)

[Verse 2]
Pull up with the drama (drama)
Better be movin’ proper (what)
Better use a yoppa (grra)
We ain’t playin’ fair, you a teddy bear (teddy)
My wrist too cold with Moncler
Talkin’ the trap but you not there
On the bullshit (bullshit), that pullin’ up quick (quick)
Like a foreign so many sticks (sticks)
That’s that tragic shit (tragic shit)
I got the baddest bitch (baddest)
Yeah, yeah (yah)
Yeah, yeah, quarter mil on my car, yeah (quarter milli)
Drippin’ in Chanel, that’s a bar, yeah (that’s a bar)
Come to Rich Forever, be a star, yeah (be a star)
I got too much ice (ice)
I got (I got)
Too many props, too much paper, right (rich)

[Chorus]
You little niggas (little niggas), my check bigger (check bigger)
Can’t flex, nigga (flex), can’t bet witcha (huh)
Teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt)
Motherfuck the fame, I done came to the vault (for what)
All them dead friends (dead), you a middleman (what)
You a little man (little, huh)
Your money getting shorter (shorter)
My bitch from ‘cross the water (bitch)
Teach you how to count it (yeah), all about it, better boss up (rich)

Lil Skies – Creeping Lyrics

Ain’t no shame on you
Aye aye

[Bridge]
Blame on me no shame on you
No you can’t hide the truth
Imma slide right through yo roof
Might pop a pill or two
Let them hate we chop the deuce
Fuck that we gettin loose
Pussy sweeter than some juice
I slurp it like its soup

[Chorus]
She a naughty type on the weekend
Perfect night she gon’ let me start to creepin’
Baby go on offense I’m playin’ defense
You want top I swear thats the perfect sequence

[Verse 1: Lil Skies]
Why you like to lie shawty you know you impressed
See you fuckin’ with me now cause I bossed up and I flex
All they like to do is talk when they knew that I was next
I just come up with these hits and lay low collect these checks
She fuck with solid niggas
She don’t be fuckin’ with broke boys
I ran it up that was my choice
She call me up when she need pipe
She don’t be fuckin’ with no toys
Watch my back niggas lurkin’
My girl look better in person
And she still picture perfect
Dip and dash when we swervin’
Oh me, Oh my
Put my hand on your thigh
If I come through tonight
I’ll make you touch the ski
Dont need to wink my eye
Know I’m not even playin’
You know just what I’m sayin’
Got you and all your cravings

[Bridge]
Blame on me no shame on you
No you can’t hide the truth
Imma slide right through yo roof
Might pop a pill or two
Let them hate we chop the deuce
Fuck that we gettin loose
Pussy sweeter than some juice
I slurp it like its soup

[Chorus]
She a naughty type on the weekend
Perfect night she gon’ let me start to creepin’
Baby go on offense I’m playin’ defense
You want top I swear that’s the perfect sequence

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Hold my wrist up out the coupe
Two bitches spread your roof
That pussy good I’m blamin’ you
You drippin’ shame on you
She got real water
Head real smarter
They into business from florida
Probably can afford her
Bentley truck might park the cop
I’m living comfortable
Talk money then I’m stuck with you
Now I’m in love with you
Plug pull up in the UFO
No smoke talk im the CEO
My bitches is bad they do the most
She way too foreign straight off the boat
I put her on top she leaking
She leakin’
Touch you a freak on the weekend

Blame on me no shame on you
Girl you can’t hide the truth
I might get a rarri coupe
But just to flex on you