Mustard – Perfect Ten Lyrics (feat. Nipsey Hussle)

[Intro: Nipsey Hussle]
Yeah
You don’t know who swimmin’ naked ’til the tide come in
Mustard on the beat, ho

[Chorus: Nipsey Hussle]
f**k where your hoes at or where your Rolls at
Where your backbone, nigga, where your code at?
Where your down since day one real bros at?
Where them stories that you tellin’ unfold at?
Where your heart, nigga? Where your soul at?
We got old school ways, we expose that
Ain’t no guarantees, but you know that
Niggas die every day, can’t control that

[Verse: Nipsey Hussle]
Ken Griffey throwback, nigga had to go left
Must’ve popped twenty-eight times, ’cause it’s four left
If it’s ’bout mine, ain’t a nigga that I won’t check
Run through your hardest homeboy, you could go next
’85 Cut’, dawg, Hussle had the Rolex
Chain on my white tee, now you see the progress
Stacked every chip on myself, time to collect
All money in, just imagine what I gross back

[Chorus: Nipsey Hussle]
f**k where your hoes at or where your Rolls at
Where your backbone, nigga, where your code at?
Where your down since day one real bros at?
Where them stories that you tellin’ unfold at?
Where your heart, nigga? Where your soul at?
We got old school ways, we expose that
Ain’t no guarantees, but you know that
Niggas die every day, can’t control that

[Interlude: Nipsey Hussle]
That’s why I called my thing The Marathon (Yeah)
‘Cause I, I’m not gon’ lie and portray, um, this ultimate poise
Like I been had it figured out
Nah, I just didn’t quit
That’s the only distinguishing quality
From me and probably whoever else is goin’ through this
Went through this, or is gonna go through this
Is that I ain’t quit
I went through every emotion
I went through every emotion with tryna pursue what I’m doing
You know what I mean? (Mhm)
And I think that what, what’s gon’ separate whoever’s gon’ try to go for something is that, you ain’t gon’ quit
That’s, you know, you really gon’ take the stance of I’m gon’ die behind what I’m gettin’ at right here

[Chorus: Nipsey Hussle]
f**k where your hoes at or where your Rolls at
Where your backbone, nigga, where your code at?
Where your down since day one real bros at?
Where them stories that you tellin’ unfold at?
Where your heart, nigga? Where your soul at?
We got old school ways, we expose that
Ain’t no guarantees, but you know that
Niggas die every day, can’t control that

[Interlude: Nipsey Hussle]
I think that our reaction to being disrespected
We gotta, we gotta, we have to reassess how we react
You know what I mean?
I think that, we’ve been known as, as hip hop, to make songs
And that’s a part of it
And then, we gotta, we gotta go a step further because I think that
It’s like a disease in a body
Once you start givin’ it a treatment it’ll get immune to the treatment (Mhm)
And you gotta try something else to kill that disease
So, I think protest music is important
I think that YG was a genius

[Chorus: Nipsey Hussle]
f**k where your hoes at or where your Rolls at
Where your backbone, nigga, where your code at?
Where your down since day one real bros at?
Where them stories that you tellin’ unfold at?
Where your heart, nigga? Where your soul at?
We got old school ways, we expose that
Ain’t no guarantees, but you know that
Niggas die every day, can’t control that

Cardi B – Drip (feat. Migos) lyrics

[Intro: Cardi B]
That boy Cass!
Cardi!
Non-stop

[Chorus: Cardi B & Offset]
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)

[Verse 1: Cardi B]
Give me little something to remember (Cardi!)
Tryna make love in a Sprinter (yeah)
Quick to drop a nigga like Kemba (go)
Lookin’ like a right swipe on Tinder (woo)
Shit on these hoes (shit)
Light up my wrist on these hoes (wrist)
Now I look down on these bitches (down)
I feel like I’m on stilts on these hoes (woo)
Fuck ya’ baby daddy right now (right now)
Anna Mae, got cake by the pound (pound)
Go down, eat it up, don’t drown
Mac n’ cheese in the bowl, how it sound? (sound)
I got that gushy
Yeah that’s a fact, but I never been pussy
I’ve been that bitch since pajamas with footies
Won MVP, and I’m still a rookie, like woo
I gotta work on my anger (ayy)
Might kill a bitch with my fingers (ayy)
I gotta stay outta Gucci (woo)
I’m finna run outta hangers (woo)
Is she a stripper, a rapper or a singer?
I’m busting bucks in a Bentley Bentayga
Ride through your hood like “Bitch, I’m the mayor!”
You not my bitch, then bitch you in danger

[Chorus: Cardi B & Offset]
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)

[Refrain: Offset]
Bitch you a thot, ain’t trickin’ (thot, thot)
Put her on her knee, make her lick it (lick it)
Patek on my wrist, and it’s glistenin’ (drip, drip)
The bitch got mad, I dissed her (hey)

[Verse 2: Offset]
Shawty, you ain’t nothin’ to a rich nigga (nothin’)
I’ll put a check on a bitch nigga (brrt)
Fuck your whole set and your clique, nigga (fuck ’em)
Got a gang full of dud and some broke niggas (dud)
Diamonds on me, what’s the price? (price)
I’m not gettin’ involved with the hype (hype)
I’m too rich to get into a fight (too rich)
50 racks got my jeans fittin’ tight (50 racks)
Pay the price and them boys come and wipe ya’ (wipe ya’)
We had to dispose of the diaper (dispose)
Yeah we trap every week, every night (woah)
Word my move, we too smooth, no indictments (hey)
Yeah, freakazoid lightnin’ (lightnin’)
57 90 in this Breitling (Breit’)
When I got a mil I got excited (million)
For the cash I’ma turn to Michael Myers
Baguettes keep dripping, droppin’ (drip)
My wrist all liquid watches (watch)
Told the bitch, “Jump on my dick and pop it” (yeah)
Get a little bitch a deposit (hey, brrt)

[Chorus: Cardi B]
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)

[Refrain: Offset]
Bitch you a thot, ain’t trickin’ (thot, thot)
Put her on her knee, make her lick it (lick it)
Patek on my wrist, and it’s glistenin’ (drip, drip)
The bitch got mad, I dissed her (hey)

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Take-Takeoff
Came through drippin’ (drippin’)
I ain’t never slippin’, I’m a pimp (pimp)
Fuckin’ with a quarter million, nigga, what a feelin’ (feelin’)
Abort the mission, nigga, they be tellin’ off and squealin’ (squealin’)
Splash, took a bitch to Piccadilly (splash)
Water in my ear, gave a nigga wet willy (wet willy)
Came through drippin’, spillin’
Walkin’ with the bag (bag)
Tryna get my niggas all a milli, stack it to the ceilin’ (ceilin’)
Shootin’ at civilians (‘villians)
I’m the one dealin’, I could make a killin’ (killin’)
Bags, can you smell it when I Vac-seal it? (uh)
Flag, nigga, throw it up, don’t care about your feelin’s (fuck ’em)
Ooh, what is this? What you wearin’? I be drippin’ (what)
Cal Ripken’s hit a nigga, Ken Griffey (home run)
The bitch got thick, so I guess she ate Jiffy
When she leave with me, I’ma fly her back to the city (for sure)

[Verse 4: Quavo]
Go get the bag on the day off (racks)
Got get the rings out the playoffs (rings)
Pots in the beat, it’s a bake off (packs)
Fuck on her, then she get laid off (smash)
Big boy tools, Maaco (big boy)
Make a bitch dance with a draco (dance)
Walkin’ with the cheese, that queso (cheese)
That’s Huncho, fuck the Rodeo (Huncho)
Private jet, we don’t do layover (whew)
One call, I’m havin’ your bae over (brrt)
Walk out the spot with a makeover (woo)
Got her addicted to payola (addicted, hey)

[Chorus: Cardi B & Offset]
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)

Cardi B – Drip Lyrics

[Intro: Cardi B]
That boy Cass!
Cardi!
Non-stop

[Chorus: Cardi B & Offset]
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)

[Verse 1: Cardi B]
Give me little something to remember (Cardi!)
Tryna make love in a Sprinter (yeah)
Quick to drop a nigga like Kimbo (go)
Lookin’ like a right swipe on Tinder (woo)
Shit on these hoes (shit)
Light up my wrist on these hoes (wrist)
Now I look down on these bitches (down)
I feel like I’m on stilts on these hoes (woo)
Fuck ya’ baby daddy right now (right now)
Anna Mae, got cake by the pound (pound)
Go down, eat it up, don’t drown
Mac n’ cheese in the bowl, how it sound? (sound)
I got that gushy
Yeah that’s a fact, but I never been pussy
I’ve been that bitch since pajamas with footies
Won every P, and I’m still a rookie, like woo
I gotta work on my anger (ayy)
Might kill a bitch with my fingers (ayy)
I gotta stay outta Gucci (woo)
I’m finna run outta hangers (woo)
Is she a stripper, a rapper or a singer?
I’m busting racks in a Bentley Bentayga
Ride through your hood like “Bitch, I’m the mayor!”
You not my bitch, then bitch you are done

[Chorus: Cardi B & Offset]
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)

[Refrain: Offset]
Bitch you a thot, ain’t trickin’ (thot, thot)
Put her on her knee, make her lick it (lick it)
Patek on my wrist, and it’s glistenin’ (drip, drip)
The bitch got mad, I dissed her (hey)

[Verse 2: Offset]
Shawty, you ain’t nothin’ to a rich nigga (nothin’)
I’ll put a check on a bitch nigga (brrt)
Fuck your whole set and your clique, nigga (fuck ’em)
Got a gang full of dud and some broke niggas (dud)
Diamonds on me, what’s the price? (price)
I’m not gettin’ involved with the hype (hype)
I’m too rich to get into a fight (too rich)
50 racks got my jeans fittin’ tight (50 racks)
Pay the price and them boys come and wipe ya’ (wipe ya’)
We had to dispose of the diaper (dispose)
Yeah we trap every week, every night (woah)
Word my move, we too smooth, no indictments (hey)
Yeah, freakazoid lightning (lightning)
57 90 in this Breitling (Breit’)
When I got a mil I got excited (million)
For the cash I’ma turn to Michael Myers
Baguettes keep dripping, dropping (drip)
My wrist all liquid watches (watch)
Told the bitch “Jump on my dick and pop it” (yeah)
Get a little bitch a deposit (hey, brrt)

[Chorus: Cardi B]
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)

[Refrain: Offset]
Bitch you a thot, ain’t trickin’ (thot, thot)
Put her on her knee, make her lick it (lick it)
Patek on my wrist, and it’s glistenin’ (drip, drip)
The bitch got mad, I dissed her (hey)

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Take-Takeoff
Came through drippin’ (drippin’)
I ain’t never slippin’, I’m a pimp (pimp)
Fuckin’ with a quarter million, nigga, what a feelin’ (feelin’)
Abort the mission, nigga, they be tellin’ off and squealin’ (squealin’)
Splash, took a bitch to Piccadilly (splash)
Water in my ear, gave a nigga wet willy (wet willy)
Came through drippin’, spillin’
Walkin’ with the bag (bag)
Tryna get my niggas all a milli, stack it to the ceilin’ (ceilin’)
Shootin’ at civilians (‘villians)
I’m the one dealin’, I could make a killin’ (killin’)
Bags, can you smell it when I Vac-seal it? (uh)
Flag, nigga, throw it up, don’t care about your feelings (fuck ’em)
Ooh, what is this? What you wearin’? I be drippin’ (what)
Cal Ripken’s hit a nigga, Ken Griffey (uh, huh)
The bitch got thick, so I guess she ate Jiffy
When she leave with me, I’ma fly her back to the city (for sure)

[Verse 4: Quavo]
Go get the bag on the day off (racks)
Got get the rings out the playoffs (rings)
Pots in the beat, it’s a bake off (packs)
Fuck on her, then she get laid off (smash)
Big boy tools, Maaco (big boy)
Make a bitch dance with a draco (dance)
Walkin’ with the cheese, that queso (cheese)
That’s Huncho, fuck the Rodeo (Huncho)
Private jet, we don’t do layover (whew)
One call, I’m having your bae over (brrt)
Walk out the spot with a makeover (woo)
Got her addicted to payola (addicted, hey)

[Chorus: Cardi B & Offset]
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)

Cardi B – Drip (feat. Migos)

[Intro: Cardi B]
That boy Cass!
Cardi!
Non-stop

[Chorus: Cardi B & Offset]
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)

[Verse 1: Cardi B]
Give me little something to remember (Cardi!)
Tryna make love in a Sprinter
Quick to drop a nigga like Kemba
Lookin’ like a right swipe on Tinder
Shit on these hoes
Letting my wrist on these hoes
Now I look down on these bitches
I feel like I’m stilts on these hoes
Forgive everybody right now
I’m the man, got cake by the pound
Go down, heat it up, don’t drown
Left the keys in the boat, how it sound
I got that gushy
Yeah that’s a fact but I’ve never been pussy
I’ve been that bitch since pajamas with footies
Won every P, and I’m still a rookie
I gotta work on my anger
Might kill a bitch with my fingers
I gotta stay outta Gucci
I’m finna run outta hangers
Is she a stripper, a rapper or a singer?
I’m busting racks in a Bentley Bentayga
Ride through your hood like "Bitch, I’m the mayor!"
You not my bitch, then bitch you are done

[Chorus: Cardi B & Offset]
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)

[Refrain: Offset]
Bitch you a thot, ain’t trickin’ (thot, thot)
Put her on her knee, make her lick it (lick it)
Patek on my wrist, and it’s glistenin’ (drip, drip)
The bitch got mad, I dissed her (hey)

[Verse 2: Offset]
Shawty ain’t nothing to a rich nigga
I put a check on a bitch nigga
Fuck your whole set and your clique, nigga
Got a gang full of dud and some broke niggas
Diamonds on me, whats the price? (price)
I’m not getting invite with the hype (hype)
I’m too rich to get into a fight (too rich)
Fifty racks got my jeans fitting tight
Pay that price and them boys come and wipe ya
We had to dispose of the diaper
Yeah we trap every week, every night
Word my movie too smooth, no indictments (hey)
Yeah, freakazoid lightning (light)
Fifty-seven ninety in this Breitling
When I got a mil I got excited
For the cash I’ma turn to Michael Myers
Baguettes keep dripping, dropping (drip)
My wrist all liquid watches (watch)
Told a bitch "Jump on my dick and pop it" (yea)
Get a little bitch a deposit (yea)

[Chorus: Cardi B]
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)

[Refrain: Offset]
Bitch you a thot, ain’t trickin’ (thot, thot)
Put her on her knee, make her lick it (lick it)
Patek on my wrist, and it’s glistenin’ (drip, drip)
The bitch got mad, I dissed her (hey)

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Takeoff
Came through drippin’, I ain’t never slippin’ I’m a pimp
Fuckin’ with a quarter million nigga, what a feelin’
Abort the mission, nigga, let me tellin
Splash, took a bitch to Piccadilly
Water in my ear, gave a nigga wet willie
Came through drippin’, spillin’
Walkin’ with the bag
Tryna get all my niggas a milli, stack it to the ceilin’
Shootin’ at civilians
I’m the one dealin’, I could make a killin’
Bags, can you smell her when I Vac-seal it?
Fly nigga throw it up, don’t care about your feelings
Ooh, what is this? What you wearin’ I be drippin’ (what)
Cal Ripken’s hit a nigga, Ken Griffey (uh, huh)
The bitch got thick, so I guess she ate Jiffy
When she leave with me, I’ma fly her back to the city

[Verse 4: Quavo]
Go get the bag on a day off (racks)
Got get the rings out the playoffs (rings)
Pasadena’s a bake off
Fuck on her, then she get laid off (smash)
Big boy 2’s, make-o (make-o)
Make a bitch down with a draco
Walkin’ with the cheese, that’s queso
That’s Huncho, fuck a Rodeo
Private jet, we don’t do layover (whew)
One call, I’m having your bae over (brr)
Walk out the spot with a makeover (woah)
Got her addicted to payover (addicted)

[Chorus: Cardi B & Offset]
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)

Tory Lanez – Real Thing (feat. Future)

[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
Told her pop that ass for me on a jet ski (On a jet ski)
She said, "I might even lick it if you let me" (If you let me)
You knew I would kill the pussy when you met me
And that’s why none of mine can regret me
Oh, yeah oh, yeah
Throw the cash up high, it’s all there, yeah
Pop that ass for me on the jet ski
She wanna fuck because the chain, Wayne Gretzky
I would hit it out in public if she let me
I’m tryna fuck her twin sister she gon’ let me
I can make the pussy squirt, you wanna bet me
Say I hit that the shit so good she can’t forget me
I can’t have no bird bitches disrespect me
When you know I curve bitches just for sweating me
I be smoking Presidential, gone elect me
All the white girls wanna give me Becky
All the time a nigga fuck her in a fresh tee
A nigga mad that I’m sav, tryna threaten me
I be balling, need a espy
That’s your girlfriend, she my bestie
If you sayin’, let’s be honest, girl, then let’s be
I’m tryna see you and little mama on a jet ski

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Yeah, the real thing
I don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing
She don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid
All my boss bitches know I got the bill
Hey, hey
Bad bitches and they want the real thing
I don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing
She don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid
All my boss bitches know I got the bill, hey

[Verse 2: Future]
Fuck her twin sister, now she hate me (Hate hate)
Brrt, brrtt
Please, order up the jet key (Key)
I just changed my number, you can’t call or sext me
Have your location on when you address me
Knock it out the park, Ken Griffey
Ooh, ooh, ooh
All these missed calls was never missed, ohh ohh
And a lot of bad bitches with no IG
She don’t post, so I know she won’t expose me
I’m gone stamp every country on your ID
They can’t smoke me, you know they tryna find me
When I give that paper to you and it’s crispy
And these Benji Franklin’s stacked up in your birkey
Fell in love with a nigga drinking codeine
How you gone fall for a nigga drinking creatine
Fell in love with a nigga drinking codeine
How you gone fall for a nigga drinking creatine

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Yeah, the real thing
I don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing
She don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid
All my boss bitches know I got the bill
Hey, hey
Bad bitches and they want the real thing
I don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing
She don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid
All my boss bitches know I got the bill, hey

[Verse 3: Tory Lanez]
I got a thick, thick, thick, white bitch
My shit lit than a bitch and I’m rich
Keep a .40 with extendo on the grip
And know I gotta have it on me because my niggas out here lit
I ain’t even know she was your bitch, dawg
She been throwing that shit at me, Micheal Vick, dawg
Steady quarterbacking at the kick off
No pun intended, I just her with the pick
Step up in the mix, shit is lit
I might even stop and pose for a pic
Looking at my ex bitch and she sick, yeah
She don’t like that I just pulled up with you
Fuck it, tell a bitch to bust it
I ain’t come to t-t-talk, I came to t-t-touch it
She came to s-s-suck me off, then, baby, s-s-suck it
She tryna s-s-send a Snap, but, baby, time to bust it

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Yeah, the real thing
I don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing
She don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid
All my boss bitches know I got the bill
Hey, hey
Bad bitches and they want the real thing
I don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing
She don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid
All my boss bitches know I got the bill, hey

Tory Lanez Ft. Future – Real Thing Lyrics


(Verse 1: Tory Lanez)
Told her pop that ass for me on a jet ski (On a jet ski)
She said, “I might even lick it if you let me” (If you let me)
You knew I would kill the pu**y when you met me
And that’s why none of mine can regret me
Oh, yeah oh, yeah
Throw the cash up high, it’s all there, yeah
Pop that ass for me on the jet ski
She wanna f**k because the chain, Wayne Gretzky
I would hit it out in public if she let me
I’m tryna f**k her twin sister she gon’ let me
I can make the pu**y squirt, you wanna bet me
Say I hit that the sh*t so good she can’t forget me
I can’t have no bird b*tches disrespect me
When you know I curve b*tches just for sweating me
I be smoking Presidential, gone elect me
All the white girls wanna give me Becky
All the time a ni**a f**k her in a fresh tee
A ni**a mad that I’m sav, tryna threaten me
I be balling, need a espy
That’s your girlfriend, she my bestie
If you sayin’, let’s be honest, girl, then let’s be
I’m tryna see you and little mama on a jet ski

(Chorus: Tory Lanez)
Yeah, the real thing
I don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing
She don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid
All my boss b*tches know I got the bill
Hey, hey
Bad b*tches and they want the real thing
I don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing
She don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid
All my boss b*tches know I got the bill, hey

(Verse 2: Future)
F**k her twin sister, now she hate me (Hate hate)
Brrt, brrtt
Please, order up the jet key (Key)
I just changed my number, you can’t call or sext me
Have your location on when you address me
Knock it out the park, Ken Griffey
Ooh, ooh, ooh
All these missed calls was never missed, ohh ohh
And a lot of bad b*tches with no IG
She don’t post, so I know she won’t expose me
I’m gone stamp every country on your ID
They can’t smoke me, you know they tryna find me
When I give that paper to you and it’s crispy
And these Benji Franklin’s stacked up in your birkey
Fell in love with a ni**a drinking codeine
How you gone fall for a ni**a drinking creatine
Fell in love with a ni**a drinking codeine
How you gone fall for a ni**a drinking creatine

(Chorus: Tory Lanez)
Yeah, the real thing
I don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing
She don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid
All my boss b*tches know I got the bill
Hey, hey
Bad b*tches and they want the real thing
I don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing
She don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid
All my boss b*tches know I got the bill, hey

(Verse 3: Tory Lanez)
I got a thick, thick, thick, white b*tch
My sh*t lit than a b*tch and I’m rich
Keep a .40 with extendo on the grip
And know I gotta have it on me because my ni**as out here lit
I ain’t even know she was your b*tch, dawg
She been throwing that sh*t at me, Micheal Vick, dawg
Steady quarterbacking at the kick off
No pun intended, I just her with the pick
Step up in the mix, sh*t is lit
I might even stop and pose for a pic
Looking at my ex b*tch and she sick, yeah
She don’t like that I just pulled up with you
f**k it, tell a b*tch to bust it
I ain’t come to t-t-talk, I came to t-t-touch it
She came to s-s-suck me off, then, baby, s-s-suck it
She tryna s-s-send a Snap, but, baby, time to bust it

(Chorus: Tory Lanez)
Yeah, the real thing
I don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing
She don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid
All my boss b*tches know I got the bill
Hey, hey
Bad b*tches and they want the real thing
I don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing
She don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid
All my boss b*tches know I got the bill, hey

Tory Lanez – Real Thing Lyrics

[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
Told her pop that ass for me on a jet ski (On a jet ski)
She said, “I might even lick it if you let me” (If you let me)
You knew I would kill the pussy when you met me
And that’s why none of mine can regret me
Oh, yeah oh, yeah
Throw the cash up high, it’s all there, yeah
Pop that ass for me on the jet ski
She wanna fuck because the chain, Wayne Gretzky
I would hit it out in public if she let me
I’m tryna fuck her twin sister she gon’ let me
I can make the pussy squirt, you wanna bet me
Say I hit that the shit so good she can’t forget me
I can’t have no bird bitches disrespect me
When you know I curve bitches just for sweating me
I be smoking Presidential, gone elect me
All the white girls wanna give me Becky
All the time a nigga fuck her in a fresh tee
A nigga mad that I’m sav, tryna threaten me
I be balling, need a espy
That’s your girlfriend, she my bestie
If you sayin’, let’s be honest, girl, then let’s be
I’m tryna see you and little mama on a jet ski

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Yeah, the real thing
I don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing
She don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid
All my boss bitches know I got the bill
Hey, hey
Bad bitches and they want the real thing
I don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing
She don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid
All my boss bitches know I got the bill, hey

[Verse 2: Future]
Fuck her twin sister, now she hate me (Hate hate)
Brrt, brrtt
Please, order up the jet key (Key)
I just changed my number, you can’t call or sext me
Have your location on when you address me
Knock it out the park, Ken Griffey
Ooh, ooh, ooh
All these missed calls was never missed, ohh ohh
And a lot of bad bitches with no IG
She don’t post, so I know she won’t expose me
I’m gone stamp every country on your ID
They can’t smoke me, you know they tryna find me
When I give that paper to you and it’s crispy
And these Benji Franklin’s stacked up in your birkey
Fell in love with a nigga drinking codeine
How you gone fall for a nigga drinking creatine
Fell in love with a nigga drinking codeine
How you gone fall for a nigga drinking creatine

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Yeah, the real thing
I don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing
She don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid
All my boss bitches know I got the bill
Hey, hey
Bad bitches and they want the real thing
I don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing
She don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid
All my boss bitches know I got the bill, hey

[Verse 3: Tory Lanez]
I got a thick, thick, thick, white bitch
My shit lit than a bitch and I’m rich
Keep a .40 with extendo on the grip
And know I gotta have it on me because my niggas out here lit
I ain’t even know she was your bitch, dawg
She been throwing that shit at me, Micheal Vick, dawg
Steady quarterbacking at the kick off
No pun intended, I just her with the pick
Step up in the mix, shit is lit
I might even stop and pose for a pic
Looking at my ex bitch and she sick, yeah
She don’t like that I just pulled up with you
Fuck it, tell a bitch to bust it
I ain’t come to t-t-talk, I came to t-t-touch it
She came to s-s-suck me off, then, baby, s-s-suck it
She tryna s-s-send a Snap, but, baby, time to bust it

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Yeah, the real thing
I don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing
She don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid
All my boss bitches know I got the bill
Hey, hey
Bad bitches and they want the real thing
I don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing
She don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid
All my boss bitches know I got the bill, hey

2 Chainz – Burglar Bars Lyrics (feat. Monica)

2 CHAINZ
Burglar Bars Lyrics (feat. Monica)

As I met 2 Chainz a few minutes ago, as I gazed into his face,
I felt that I was in the presence of royalty.
There’s a certain power presence that he gives off

I tried to be, everything you want and need

‘Cause you got a deep title don’t mean that you deep
Substance shallow on shit creek, I heard Cole speak
About the bricks, Kendrick got Compton lit
And I’ve been lit ever since I sold nicks
Never fabricated about my fabric, the scale, that’s my apparatus
I give a f**k about the sorriest rappers
This actually happened, path in the back pathogenic
Moved that blow out like we were afrocentric
I had a front row entry, I had the codeine kidney
I made up the Bentiaga truck, you owe me a Bentley
This the rap Ken Griffey, got at least 10 with me
Got at least 10 on me, I’m anti-phony
My girl anti-bony and she get that money
I bought all this shit, don’t go acting anti on me
It’s Mr. Epps in the bank, I give a F what you think
I bought a Tesla today, there’s nothing left in your tank
I did everything except a f**king song with Jay
But I murdered every song I f**king did with Ye
See my verses are better and my subject is realer
See my mom was an addict and my dad was the dealer
And their son is that nigga, I’m no Black activist
I’m a Black millionaire, give you my Black ass to kiss
We used the tree for a fence, I used to land in the trench
Used to dust myself off, then I eat me some shrimp
Coulda did anything, I coulda been me a pimp
I coulda went to the league, I took it straight to the rim
I took it straight to the block, I got Xans in my sock
I got plans for the pot, I got bands, you do not, huh

Yeah, you a miracle.
Right now, if you hear this, you’re a miracle,
I want you to know that.
If you’re able to hear this right now, you are a miracle.
Straight up, no kapp

I’m more Gucci than Vans, give you a Gucci advance
This the chance of your life, you ain’t prepared for your life
See the man without a mic is just a mic gimmick
Anyone, Jordan, Jackson, Tyson, Bivens
Phone number unlisted
Gave her the digits to a number that is long distance
She on the wrong mission and got my palm itching
I had it on me, you can see it in my prom pictures, ugh

I’m telling you, niggas like me fall out the sky.
You don’t just bump into me. I’m a real blessing, bro, nah, for real, bro

You know the times is rough, you know the times is hard
I never trust my neighbors, so we got burglar bars
You know the times is rough you know the times is hard
I never trust my neighbors so we got burglar bars, Lord, yeah, okay
You know the times is rough you know the times is hard
I never trust my neighbors so we got burglar bars
You know the times is rough you know the times is hard
I never trust my neighbors so we got burglar bars, Lord, Lord

Lord knows
Woke up today, gave thanks
Grateful to see another day, then the storm came
As the night falls, I shed my blood, sweat and tears
Let the rain fall, let it fall, let it fall
One day
Your love will take me right over the stars, Lord knows

That soulful trap music, man.
Yeah, I’m talkin’ ’bout Section 8, I’m talkin’ ’bout the ‘partments.
You stay in the middle, someone stay on top of you, someone stay below you.
What you know about grabbing a broom and shit and hitting upstairs like, “Y’all stop f**king stomping!
Y’all stop walking so mothaf**kin’ hard!”
Then the people downstairs, they doing the same shit to us.
Tru, trill shit