Logan Paul – GOING BROKE Lyrics

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[Intro]
Wizard
Yeah

[Verse 1]
No, you should’ve never started with me
Shouts to OBJ, I got real starters with me
And yeah, your girl said that ain’t nobody harder than me
No you should, no you should’ve never started with me
No, you shouldn’t
Say you ain’t playin’ games but your head look like some Tetris
Dropped by your agent and your lawyer, why you flexing?
I’m here to save you, take the blessing
‘Cause your career fell apart like One Direction, ayy
Frostbite, cold feet, bitch, you lookin’ nervous
Clown shit, take a seat, put him in the circus
Locked up, you deserve it
I’ma knock your ass out like I’m Vontaze Burfict

[Pre-Chorus]
I said “Oh, no”, you don’t want the smoke, I’m in go mode
You ain’t caught a pass in like so long
Dropped from your team, boy, you done for
I’m in go mode
I said “Oh, no”, you don’t want the smoke, I’m in go mode
You ain’t caught a pass in like so long
Dropped from your team, boy, you done for

[Chorus]
‘Cause Mr. Whole Lotta Money goin’ broke (Yeah)
Mr. Whole Lotta Money goin’ broke (Yeah)
Mr. Whole Lotta Money goin’ broke (Ayy)
Yeah, Mr. Whole Lotta Money goin’ broke
‘Cause Mr. Whole Lotta Money gon’ choke

[Verse 2]
Last time I checked, you in the League, scratch that
Last time I checked you on TV
For fightin’ with your girl, now your kids look up to me
And Daisy said you slid in and she left your ass on seen
And I ain’t say I’m perfect, yeah, I got a lotta baggage
I’ma shine through, yeah, you’d know if you a Maverick
Yo AB, why you throwin’ out your mattress?
That’s another case, I just put you in the casket

[Chorus]
‘Cause Mr. Whole Lotta Money goin’ broke (Yeah)
Mr. Whole Lotta Money goin’ broke (Ayy)
Yeah, Mr. Whole Lotta Money goin’ broke
‘Cause Mr. Whole Lotta Money gon’-

[Verse 3]
Yeah, mouth runnin’ at a four, four
Buddy, you a bum and a poor sport
Had to put your hands on a shorty, tryna score more
Now you got six lawsuits and divorce court
Baby mamma callin’, your pull out game weak
Know you need the money, five kids, they gotta eat
Cover of Madden back in 2019, yeah
One year later, police on the scene
Got a whole lotta money, not a whole lotta views
Yo, take a hint, get the fuck off YouTube
Hop in the ring with a king, get some clout, make the news
And yeah, I took an L, but I never really lose
He said “Square up”, ayy
But when the check show, he duck, yeah
I wish you good luck, ayy
‘Cause it’s your life you fucked

[Pre-Chorus]
I said “Oh, no”, you don’t want the smoke, I’m in go mode
You ain’t caught a pass in like so long
Dropped from your team, boy, you done for
I’m in go mode
I said “Oh, no”, you don’t want the smoke, I’m in go mode
You ain’t caught a pass in like so long
Dropped from your team, boy, you done for

[Chorus]
‘Cause Mr. Whole Lotta Money goin’ broke (Yeah)
Mr. Whole Lotta Money goin’ broke (Yeah)
Mr. Whole Lotta Money goin’ broke (Ayy)
Yeah, Mr. Whole Lotta Money goin’ broke
‘Cause Mr. Whole Lotta Money gon’ choke

Lil Wayne – 5 Star (feat. Nicki Minaj)

[Intro: Nicki Minaj]
Tunechi
Barbie
Young Money

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
I been smoking gas, killin’ bitches
Man, I feel just like a gang-star
Cover up my face like a ninja
In this Alexander Wang scarf
I’mma drop a bag, they gon’ pull up
And then they gon’ let them things off
I ain’t switchin’ up my hairstyle
But my niggas let it bang off

Percocets and Addies, lookin’ for a fuck I could give
All these hatin’ bitches plottin’ why they can’t let me live
Me and Weezy in Liv
When my album drop these bitches is gon’ cry in the car
All your yes-men out here lyin’, had you dyin’ to spar
You was tryin’ too hard

I’m out here livin’ though, I am out here livin’ though
Me and Tunechi winnin’ though
Slimes out here twinnin’ though
I am on my pivot though
I am just so pivotal
Bands, I go get it though
Weezy on his pedestal

A lot of gang shit, a whole lot of gang shit
All these plaques is piling up, it’s no where to hang shit
These bitches pussy though
Pushed them out my pussy though
Niggas want my cookie though
‘Cause it taste like cookie dough

Smoke, I got a free pack
Flow sick, get a Z-pack
Niggas don’t mean my race when they say she blacked
I am the Queen (Facts)
I’m everything she lacks
Bitch get on your kneecap
I don’t mean C. Kaep
I’ll get you checked, pussy, I’ll get you a free pap
You bitches don’t ball out, you get your QB sacked
I’m OBJ hoes, break records like ankles
I’ve been that bitch since ice cream with the sprinkles
Tell ’em carry on, they gon’ miss me when I’m gone
I’m gone

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I just fucked like five hoes in my mansion
Got them feelin’ like they five stars
Your hoes throwin’ fits, my bitches patient
Man, I feel just like a doctor
Pop some X for my exotic dancer
She start crying and said her job hard
Switch her whip out, put her in a Mercedes
Now she screamin’ rest in peace to Honda

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Cocaine on her navel, lick it so my tongue can go HAM
Put my face up in her pussy and my thumb in her ass
Make her do the jumpman, ayy
I put her face down in the pillow, ’bout to smother her ass
A fly yellow bone to me, I told her to come get a tan
Now she butter pecan
Oh, I got a Draco in the sofa
An Eggo in the toaster
A cradle in the chocha
The yayo doin’ yoga
And I wake up, smell the Folgers
I don’t know how I woke up
‘Cause I was in a coma
But now I’m in the moment
Wearing high socks on the front porch
Two cups with the mud flowin’
The plug ain’t charge me nothin’ for it
I cried tears of fuckin’ joy
"LV"s on my luggage, boy
Don’t ask me where I’m fuckin’ goin’
I pull up with my skaters
Make them beat you with their fuckin’ boards
Sharp shooters like pool sharks
Shoot you down in the Walmart
Shoot you down in the parking lot
Shoot you down in the food court
Hit your crib in the steamboat
And dissapear on the speedboat
Act a jackass like Steve-o
Then disappear like Ne-Yo
Leave a red flag on your screen door
Leave a red flag around your queen’s throat
Leave a blood stain on your mink floor
Like a red stain on clean snow
That money gang, Five-hundred gang
On that money train, and we walking ’round with bloody fangs
Playin’ hunger games; mmm-yummy, man
And we storm the block like the thunder came
When my youngest came, that’s your mother’s name
Hit the address, knockin’ down picture frames and other things
Throwing up peace signs like stomach pains
Sugar cane get took to Spain
A kilo fell and it shook the plane
A nigga screamed, the hoes wouldn’t complain
I brought the AK with the knife, so the butcher came
And the Nina came, and her sister came
And what’s her name
He’ll book a bang
You don’t even know where to put the blame, that’s cold

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I just fucked like five hoes in my mansion
Got them feelin’ like they five stars
Your hoes throwin’ fits, my bitches patient
Man, I feel just like a doctor
Pop some X for my exotic dancer
She start crying and said her job hard
Switch her whip out, put her in a Mercedes
Now she screamin’ rest in peace to Honda

[Outro]
Switch her whip out put her in a Mercedes
Now she screamin’ rest in peace to Mazda
Put her ass up in a dumb Mercedes
Now she screamin’ rest in peace to Smart Car
Switch her whip out put her in a Mercedes
Now she screamin’ rest in peace to Kia
Switch her whip out put her in a Mercedes
Now she screamin’ rest in peace to Uber
That’s some sick shit