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FRENCH MONTANA – White Dress lyrics

Hey [?]
Montana
They forgot who’s battlin’?
Twenty bands
[?]

[Bridge]
I pray we live
For a thousand years
And if I hurt you
Baby drink Cîroc for your tears

[Chorus]
‘Cause you control my vices
I just want to fuck you on your nice [?]
Driveway lookin’ like midlife crisis
You control my vices
We was up grindin’ on the night shift
I’ll bet, gave my dog suicidal crisis
Priceless, I just want to fuck you in your white dress
I’ll bet she like it
Talk to me nicely, oww
Talk to me nicely, oww

[Verse]
I got you
Closet lookin’ like Milan Fashion Week, I got you
Money jumpin’ like Lebron, Dominique, I got you
Better do or die
A hundred with the guy
Pull up with [?]
Wrath with the styles
Talkin’ me so reckless
Diamonds on my necklace
Chest playin’ checkers
The Avion breakfast
Dimes clean dirty [?]
See the future like I’m Rocco
And I fall feel like [?]
Fuckin’ all these foreign chicks
Put some hoes in foreign
You thought she was yours
She smell like Michael Cors
Shoes fuckin’ up my floors
Who that nigga? I’m the definition
Wearin’ penny loafers, we ain’t penny pinchin’
Got the baddest bitches baggin’ in the kitchen
Got that Bobby Brown, we that new edition
These rappers ain’t Nas
Just look at their commas
I [?] on the diamonds
I smoke with the farmers
Buy my shoes small, goin’ toe to toe
I burn my bridges I’ma call the boat
Willie [?] with the audible
Ballin’ like I’m Earl Manigault
They countin’ to the south
The bag is a mountain
I fucked my accountant
That pussy’s a fountain
I pledge of allegiance
You better believe it
I boarded a flight
Trump fucked up a Visa
Bitch I’m no regular, bitch I’m no second
Know the one, I’m the one that’s ahead of ya
If you talk mills, bitch I’m affiliate
Ciroc boy [?] a million

[Chorus]
‘Cause you control my vices
I just want to fuck you on your nice [?]
Driveway lookin’ like midlife crisis
You control my vices
We was up grindin’ on the night shift
I’ll bet, gave my dog suicidal crisis
Priceless, I just want to fuck you in your white dress
I’ll bet she like it
Talk to me nicely, oww
Talk to me nicely, oww
‘Cause you control my vices
I just want to fuck you on your nice [?]
Driveway lookin’ like midlife crisis
You control my vices
We was up grindin’ on the night shift
I’ll bet, gave my dog suicidal crisis
Priceless, I just want to fuck you in your white dress
I’ll bet she like it
Talk to me nicely, oww
Talk to me nicely, oww

FRENCH MONTANA – Hotel Bathroom lyrics

Off top, baby

[Hook]
Hotel bathroom
Hotel bathroom
Smoking in the bathroom
To the hotel bathroom
Hotel couch, fucking on the hotel couch
Hotel bathroom
Fuck you on the hotel bed
Yeah, baby
Up and down it feels like
Heaven must feel so light
Ain’t gon’ lie, I can’t wait

[Verse 1]
Hotel Cabana
AOD, hunnid dancers
GG on the Phantom
South Beach, condo
Free life
Free Max B for one night
Wait for it, hang tight
Everything go
Naked bitches
Everything goes
Dip in that Ghost
Ra-ra, kill that noise
Take a break, cigarette smoke, yeah
Hit it one time and you can’t feel your toes

[Hook]
Hotel bathroom
Hotel bathroom
Smoking in the bathroom
To the hotel bathroom
Hotel couch, fucking on the hotel couch
Hotel bathroom
Fuck you on the hotel bed
Yeah, baby
Up and down it feels like
Heaven must feel so light
Ain’t gon lie, I can’t wait

[Verse 2]
Whip the white with my closed eyes
Flip two or three to that four, five
She was the brain to my story
Her baby daddy was boring
Motel 6
We fucked in the bathroom, Motel 6
Don’t tell this
But you ain’t no motel bitch
Do right, be right there like you Spike
Court side seats like
Take a break, cigarette smoke, yeah
Hit it one time and you can’t feel your toes

[Hook]
Hotel bathroom
Hotel bathroom
Smoking in the bathroom
To the hotel bathroom
Hotel couch, fucking on the hotel couch
Hotel bathroom
Fuck you on the hotel bed
Yeah, baby
Up and down it feels like
Heaven must feel so light
Ain’t ‘gon lie, I can’t wait

[Outro]
On the hotel floor
On the hotel floor
In the hotel shower
In the hotel bed
In the hotel shower
In the hotel

[Hook]
Up and down it feels like
Heaven must feel so light
Ain’t ‘gon lie, I can’t wait
Yeah, baby
Up and down it feels like
Heaven must feel so light
Ain’t ‘gon lie, I can’t wait

Hotel bathroom

FRENCH MONTANA – Famous lyrics

I hope no one discovers you
Hope no one sees her
I hope no one falls in love with you
I’ve got my reasons
‘Cause if they knew what I know then I know I wouldn’t stand a chance
There’s no way you would go for a man like me if you had options

[Chorus]
Even though the world was meant for you
I hope you don’t get famous
‘Cause everyone would love you but won’t love you like the way I do, oh nah
I hope you don’t get famous
Stay home with me
Stay home with me
I’ll always love ya, I’ll always
Hope you don’t get
Hope you don’t get famous
Hope you don’t get famous
Hope you don’t get famous
Hope you don’t get famous
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Baby live your life, just how you are
Shining star
Hope you never get famous
Fly low with the angel
I said “fake it ’till you make it”
I guess you fake when you make it
I told you “stick to the basics”
The empire started in the basement
If you tryna fix a glass that’s broken
You know it might cut ya
Never want to see you with another man
Truth might eat you if your mama know
When they get too close for playing
[?]
Because no one gonna love you like I do

[Chorus]
Even though the world was meant for you
I hope you don’t get famous
‘Cause everyone would love you but won’t love you like the way I do, oh nah
I hope you don’t get famous
Stay home with me
Stay home with me
I always love ya, I’ll always
Hope you don’t get
Hope you don’t get famous
Hope you don’t get famous
Hope you don’t get famous
Hope you don’t get famous

[Bridge]
All day long I stand by you
Right or wrong I stand by you
Keep me strong, oh girl it’s true
Keep me strong, oh girl it’s true

[Chorus]
Even though the world was meant for you
I hope you don’t get famous
‘Cause everyone would love you but won’t love you like I do, oh nah
I hope you don’t get famous
Stay home with me
Stay home with me
I always love ya, I’ll always
Hope you don’t get
Hope you don’t get famous
Hope you don’t get famous
Hope you don’t get famous
Hope you don’t get famous

FRENCH MONTANA – A Lie lyrics

Uh, ball star shit
(Coke Boy, baby)
Thought I’d have a little fun with it
Montana, Montana, ow
You know what it is when you’re hearin’ that, haaaaan
Yep, we gon’ get it in, baby
(La música de Harry Fraud)
Oh, yeah, baby, yeah
You bring it back in, skrrt, skrrt

[Verse 1: The Weeknd]
Shawty in the way, got the mothafuckin’ fix, yeah
Sippin’ all day got me leanin’ off the kickstand
House on my neck, ‘nother house on my wristband
Girls really love me like a mothafuckin’ six pack
No time for restin’ (restin’)
My life’s a mess, end up bein’ a fuckin’ legend (legend)
An icon, tryna cement it (‘ment it)
I’m treatin’ every year like it’s game 7 (game 7)
I feel like problems in my city been deaded (deaded)
I feel like me and my niggas are unthreatened (threatened)
My new girl hate it when I’m always spendin’ (all the time)
I guess I gotta get used to it ’cause my ex is
But it’s true, though (but it’s true, though)
But it’s true, though (but it’s true, though)
I’m in the cold, rep the north like I’m Trudeau (yeah)
Yeah it’s true, though (true, though)
Yeah it’s true, though (true, though)
My heart cold but it really beat for you, though

[Chorus: The Weeknd & French Montana]
Ooh, he do it better, that’s a lie (that’s a lie, yeah)
He at my level, that’s a lie (that’s a lie, yeah)
A hundred thousand for the times, yeah
They fuckin’ with us, that’s a lie, ooh, yeah
A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie (that’s a lie)
A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie (that’s a lie)
A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie (that’s a lie)
A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie (that’s a lie)
A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie (that’s a lie)
A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie (skrrt, skrrt)
All of my homies gonna shine (gonna shine)
You fuckin’ with us, that’s a lie (yeah)

[Verse 2: French Montana & The Weeknd]
It’s true, though (it’s true, though)
It, it’s true, though (it’s true, though)
I hope the box don’t spread like the rumors
Sad, but it’s true, though (it’s true, though)
It’s true, though (it’s true, though)
We was bite down, now we true’d up (a lie)
She, she say the baby mine’s, that’s a lie (that’s a lie)
If I ain’t the hottest in the city, that’s a lie (that’s a lie)
School, teach you how to read the lines (read the lines)
In these streets, gotta read between the lines
Room, room full of ether clouds, you don’t want no smoke
‘Fore, ‘fore I choke, baby, I’ma choke ’em from their choker (yeah)
Only the red in my eyes see where you come from
We, we the gang, either you run with or run from
I, I’m the head, rockin’ bet it’s re-up in the sock
Me and Max hit the block like Karl Malone, Stockton
And if I ain’t the new Chapo, that’s a lie (that’s a lie)
And if he try and tell you we gon’ stop, that’s a lie

[Chorus: The Weeknd & French Montana]
Ooh, he do it better, that’s a lie (that’s a lie, yeah)
He at my level, that’s a lie (that’s a lie, yeah)
A hundred thousand for the times, yeah
They fuckin’ with us, that’s a lie, ooh, yeah
A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie
A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie
All of my homies gonna shine (gonna shine)
You fuckin’ with us, that’s a lie (yeah)

[Verse 3: Max B]
I got in a little too, baby, so come and play
Daddy’ll pay the cab, maybe stay for a day
Knowin’ I gotta make
Bitches, they call me whore, son, more buns
Mami bent over for hum
Give her, what she want and let her get it good
Put it on her tongue
Told me, “Tell me, boy, you gotta get
Fix me with a lot of dick
Hit me with a lot of kick
Show me you the man”
Bustin’ quickies and dippin’
That be somethin’ I can’t stand
Other plans, baby, had of late
Tried to put me in a twirl like the Cheerio
I ain’t talkin’ cereal
Put me in a video, I can make a wave
Baby girl, comin’ home and you can’t stay, out

[Chorus: The Weeknd & French Montana]
Ooh, he do it better, that’s a lie (that’s a lie, yeah)
He at my level, that’s a lie (that’s a lie, yeah)
A hundred thousand for the times, yeah
They fuckin’ with us, that’s a lie, ooh, yeah
A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie (that’s a lie)
A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie (that’s a lie)
A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie (that’s a lie)
A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie (that’s a lie)
A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie (that’s a lie)
A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie (skrrt, skrrt)
All of my homies gonna shine (gonna shine)
You fuckin’ with us, that’s a lie (yeah)

GARBAGE – No Horses lyrics

They’ll love you too
They’ll love you too
They’ll love you too
They’ll love you too
They’ll come to you
They’ll come to you
They’ll come to you
They’ll come to you too

[Verse 2]
They’ll worship you
They’ll worship you
They’ll worship you
They’ll worship you
They’ll come to you
They’ll use you too
They’ll sell you too
And they’ll steal from you too

[Verse 3]
There’ll be no apologies
And no more security
There will be no cops
Just men with guns
In their shiny black uniforms
And their big black boots
With their shiny black batons
And their sleek black cars
With their fingers on the trigger
With their fingers on the trigger
With their fingers on the trigger
And their skeleton keys

And there will be no marches
And there will be no purity
And no more TV
And no more motorcades

[Chorus]
And no horses, there’ll be no horses
No horses, no more motorcades

[Bridge]
There’s a sky full of tears
A sky full of tears
There’s a sky full of tears
A sky full of tears
I’ve been awake all night
And the sun don’t shine
And the night’s so long
That the moon is in shock
And all the lovers turn cops
And all the lovers turn cops
Oh all the lovers turn cops
Oh all the lovers turn cops

[Chorus]
No horses, there’ll be no horses
No horses, no more motorcades
No horses, there’ll be no horses
No horses, no more motorcades

[Outro]
There’ll be nothing to believe
Nothing to lose
There’ll be nothing to hide
And there’ll be nothing to grow
There’ll be nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
Cause this is the apocalypse
Yeah, this is the apocalypse
This is the apocalypse
That killed the horses

Jay-Z – 4:44 (Short Film)

[Intro: Hannah Williams]
Do I find it so hard
When I know in my heart
I’m letting you down every day
Letting you down every day
Why do I keep on running away?

[Verse 1: JAY-Z]
Look, I apologize, often womanize
Took for my child to be born
See through a woman’s eyes
Took for these natural twins to believe in miracles
Took me too long for this song
I don’t deserve you
I harass you out in Paris
"Please come back to Rome," you make it home
We talked for hours when you were on tour
“Please pick up the phone, pick up the phone”
I said, “Don’t embarrass me,” instead of “Be mine”
That was my proposal for us to go steady
That was your 21st birthday
You mature faster than me, I wasn’t ready
So I apologize
I seen the innocence leave your eyes
I still mourn this death and
I apologize for all the stillborns
‘Cause I wasn’t present, your body wouldn’t accept it
I apologize to all the women whom I
Toyed with your emotions because I was emotionless
And I apologize ’cause at your best you are love
And because I fall short of what I say I’m all about
Your eyes leave with the soul that your body once housed
And you stare blankly into space
Thinkin’ of all the time, you wasted it on all this basic shit
So I apologize

[Chorus: Hannah Williams]
I’m never gonna treat you
I’m never gonna treat you like I should

[Verse 2: JAY-Z]
I apologize
Our love was one for the ages and I contained us
And all this ratchet shit and we more expansive
Not meant to cry and die alone in these mansions
Or sleep with our back turned
We supposed to vacay ’til our backs burn
We’re supposed to laugh ’til our heart stops
And then meet in a space where the dark stop
And let love light the way
Like the men before me, I cut off my nose to spite my face
I never wanted another woman to know
Something about me that you didn’t know
I promised, I cried, I couldn’t hold
I suck at love, I think I need a do-over
I will be emotionally available if I invited you over
I stew over, what if you over my shit?

[Chorus: Hannah Williams]
I’m never gonna treat you
I’m never gonna treat you like I should

[Verse 3: JAY-Z]
And if my children knew, I don’t even know what I would do
If they ain’t look at me the same
I would prob’ly die with all the shame
"You did what with who?"
What good is a ménage à trois when you have a soulmate?
"You risked that for Blue?"
If I wasn’t a superhero in your face
My heart breaks for the day I have to explain my mistakes
And the mask goes away, and Santa Claus is fake
And you go online and see
For Blue’s tooth, the tooth fairy didn’t pay

[Chorus: Hannah Williams]
I’m never gonna treat you like I should

Ke$ha – Woman (feat. The Dap-Kings Horns)

I buy my own things, I pay my own bills
These diamond rings, my automobiles
Everything I got, I bought it
Boys can’t buy my love, buy my love, yeah
I do what I want, say what you say
I work real hard every day.(woman)

I’m a motherf*cking woman, baby, alright
I don’t need a man to be holding me too tight
I’m a motherf*cking woman, baby, that’s right
I’m just having fun with my ladies here tonight
I’m a motherf*cker
Mmmmm, yeahhh.

Let’s drive around town in my Cadillac
Girls in the front, boys in the back
Loosey as a goosey and we’re looking for some fun.

I’m a motherf*cking woman, baby, alright
I don’t need a man to be holding me too tight
I’m a motherf*cking woman, baby, that’s right
I’m just having fun with my ladies here tonight
I’m a motherf*cker
Mmm, yeah.

Don’t buy me a drink, don’t make my money
Don’t touch my weave, don’t call me “honey”
‘Cause I run my sh*t, baby
(‘Cause I run my sh*t, baby, I run my sh*t)
Don’t buy me a drink, don’t make my money
Don’t touch my weave, don’t call me “honey”
(‘Cause I write this sh*t, baby, I write this sh*t)
I write my sh*t versuri-lyrics.info
Don’t buy me a drink, don’t make my money
Don’t touch my weave, don’t call me “honey”
(‘Cause I run my sh*t, baby, I run my sh*t)
Don’t buy me a drink, don’t make my money
Don’t touch my weave, don’t call me “honey”
(Don’t touch my weave, baby)
‘Cause I run my sh*t, baby, I run my sh*t
(‘Cause I run my sh*t, baby, I run my sh*t)
Don’t buy me a drink, don’t make my money
Don’t touch my weave, don’t call me “honey”
I run this sh*t, baby, I run this sh*t
(‘Cause I run this sh*t, baby, I run this sh*t)
Don’t buy me a drink, don’t make my money
Don’t touch my weave, don’t call me “honey”
(‘Cause I write this sh*t, baby, I write this sh*t).

I’m a motherf*cking woman, baby, alright
I don’t need a man to be holding me too tight
I’m a motherf*cking woman, baby, that’s right
I’m just having fun with my ladies here tonight
I’m a motherf*cker
Mmm, yeahhh.

Future – My Collection

[Intro]
I’ve been in the stu late, workin’, no residuals
If we never speak again, I’m just glad I got to tell you truth
Ain’t playin’ count em’
You wanna come to paradise?
Matter of fact, you wanna come to Pluto?
Haha

[Verse 1]
She told me she was an angel
She fucked two rappers and three singers
She got a few athletes on speed dial
I’m tryna get the case dismissed before I see trial
And these codeine habits ain’t got nothin’ to do with my lil’ child
No this codeine ain’t got nothin’ to do with my lil’ child
I used to sell dope at my grandma’s house, as a rude child
All these cameras on, fuckin’ with my mood, wild
And these chains clinkin’ back and forth, they too loud
They know damn well this wasn’t promised
I know damn well this must be karma
Left every pair of Margielas at the condo
Technically I never packed up and leave
Left 80 racks in the dresser, you can keep
And I got this bad ting at disposal
I cooked it up and then I went global
My baby mama push a Range Rover
Had to make sure I got it fully loaded
Can’t be the one and then you get exposed
If you the one, then God will let me know
But at the same time, I like to vibe with one
I’m paranoid, I gotta ride with one
And I had to ‘splain to her last night
Had to send this one freak on the last flight
Had to send this one freak on the last flight

[Chorus]
Won’t get a response from me, ain’t no confessions
Before I tell a lie, won’t tell you nothin’
Any time I got you, girl you my possession
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection

[Verse 2]
Standin’ on Black Sox, meet me at the yacht dock
Icin’ out the clock, watch, bitches on my cock
Yeah, maybe it’s the drop, yeah
We get in our feelings, yeah
I don’t know how you would feel about if I ain’t have millions, yeah
I’m conversin’ with you, I hope you hear me, yeah
Keep my promise, take my love with you everywhere
And hell no it ain’t about no braggin’ rights
But even if it was, shit I got it
Pinstripes on a hardtop Bugatti
She told me she was an angel
She fucked two rappers and three singers
I’ma keep it genuine and tell the truth to you
I got this jawn, she know what to do with me
And right now I don’t know what to do with you
I don’t wanna sound like I’m bein’ rude with you
She caught a red eye, leavin’ L.A
I shoulda gave her to the valet
And I had to tell her ’bout Miami
After she came with no panty

[Chorus]
Won’t get a response from me, ain’t no confessions
Before I tell a lie, won’t tell you nothin’
Any time I got you, girl you my possession
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection

Meek Mill – Issues

[Verse 1]
Lord, forgive me for my sins, used to pray to get a brick
Nigga icy like it’s hockey, and I’m playin’ with them sticks
He don’t like me, but he gotta respect the fact we gettin’ rich
Nigga threw a shot and missed me, threw ’em back and he got hit
Brrrt, brrrt
Went from public housing to a glass house (glass house)
Fuckin’ famous bitches in my trap house
My main bitch fight my side bitch, Kash Doll
The only way to keep them quiet when I cash out (woo!)
What you doin’? Gettin’ paid, young nigga
How you in the mob? ‘Cause I’m made, young nigga
Say you need a job, come my way, young nigga
And if I point ’em out, better spray them niggas, bop!
I’m a bad influence (bad influence, yo)
Talkin’ money and I speak it fluent (speak it fluent, ho)
Paid a couple mil’ then went boom (went boom)
I thank God for all this sauce, hallelujah (woo, amen, amen, amen)
Yeah I knew it, hatin’ on me, yeah I knew it (yeah I knew it)
Come down to that check, I’m like Nike, I just do it (I just do it)
Boy I must be poppin’, they keep poppin’ up with rumors (poppin’)
Where and who I’m poppin’, what I’m coppin’, who I’m screwin’ (who I’m screwin’)
What you doin’? Wait a minute, gettin’ paid (gettin’ paid)
She said, "Meek you know my worth and what’s his name" (what’s his name)
Yeah I know him, mhmm, he a lame (he a lame)
Don’t you ever bring that fuckboy up again

[Chorus]
Poppin’ all this shit, need some tissue
I can’t trust a bitch ’cause I got issues
Young rich nigga so official
Next up, disrespectful, might offend you (woah)
Bunch of bad broads on the menu
Bunch of foreign cars when we bend through
Next up, disrespectful, might offend you
When it’s time for war we send the missiles (woah)

[Verse 2]
Hangin’ by the rope like some dope (like some dope)
Pretty hoe, deep throat ’til she choke (ooh)
Pussy good, super wet, need a boat (need a boat)
Niggas tryna run my way, let ’em float (let ’em die)
Put my young bull on the chain ’cause I miss Snupe (miss Snupe)
Fuck a bad broad, make her kiss Snupe (kiss Snupe)
I can’t ever tell a bitch, "I miss you" (miss you)
Better not tell nobody if I kiss you (bitch, you)
Kiss and tell, fuck you good, hit you well (hit you well)
I just made like 20 M’s, they say it’s an L (what?)
Niggas prayin’ that I fall and I wish ’em well
Bitch you crazy, I’m too wavy, I’m like Biggavel’

[Chorus]
Poppin’ all this shit, need some tissue
I can’t trust a bitch ’cause I got issues
Young rich nigga so official
Next up, disrespectful, might offend you (woah)
Bunch of bad broads on the menu
Bunch of foreign cars when we bend through
Next up, disrespectful, might offend you
When it’s time for war we send the missiles (woah)

[Bridge]
Hit ’em with finesse, kill ’em with success
Nigga lookin’ broke, give them niggas stress (broke)
Don’t do some shit you know that you gon’ regret
Reachin’ for my neck, that’ll get you stretched (brrrt, brrrt)

[Chorus]
Poppin’ all this shit, need some tissue
I can’t trust a bitch ’cause I got issues
Young rich nigga so official
Next up, disrespectful, might offend you (woah)
Bunch of bad broads on the menu
Bunch of foreign cars when we bend through
Next up, disrespectful, might offend you
When it’s time for war we send the missiles (brrrt, brrrt)

Travis Scott – Butterfly Effect

[Intro]
Murda on the beat so it’s not nice

[Chorus]
For this life, I cannot change
Hidden Hills, deep off in the main
M&M’s, sweet like candy cane
Drop the top, pop it, let it bang (pop it, pop it)
For this life, I cannot change
Hidden Hills, deep off in the main
M&M’s, sweet like candy cane
Drop the top, pop it, let it bang (pop it, pop it)

[Verse 1]
Drop the top, play hide and seek
Jump inside, jump straight to the leak
Take a sip, feel just how I breathe
On freeway, but no, ain’t nothin’ free (straight up)
Bend laws, bend lanes
Been bustin’ bills, but still ain’t nothin’ change
You in the mob soon as you rock the chain
She caught the waves just thumbin’ through my braids (alright)
Heatin’ up, baby, I’m just heatin’ up (it’s lit)
Fiji lover, now they indeed that is impressive
Fill his cup, now you know how they keep me up
Icy love, icy like a hockey puck

[Chorus]
For this life, I cannot change
Hidden Hills, deep off in the main
M&M’s, sweet like candy cane
Drop the top, pop it, let it bang (Pop it, pop it)
For this life, I cannot change
Hidden Hills, deep off in the main
M&M’s, sweet like candy cane
Drop the top, pop it, let it bang (Pop it, pop it)

[Verse 2]
All the ones, all the chains piled on the mantle
All the dogs, all the dogs low creep right behind me in the Phantom
Never go, never go dip on this estates Santana
Yeah, run it back, turn the lights on when I hit up Green Lantern
Yeah, fly the broads, fly the dogs down to Atlanta
Yeah, in the cut in Medusa, lay low I might be
Yeah, roll up, help me calm down when I move in high speed
Yeah, If I send one, need the text back ’cause you know what I need
Oh, please (oh please)
Oh me (oh me)
Oh my (oh my)
We been movin’, we been movin’ for some time (Alright!)
Flexin’, flexin’ try to exercise
Exercise, exercise, exercise, exercise

[Chorus]
For this life, I cannot change
Hidden Hills, deep off in the main
M&M’s, sweet like candy cane
Drop the top, pop it, let it bang (Pop it, pop it)
For this life, I cannot change
Hidden Hills, deep off in the main
M&M’s, sweet like candy cane
Drop the top, pop it, let it bang
(Yah!)

Alt-J – Deadcrush

[Verse 1]
Extraordinarily pretty teeth
Beauty lingers out of reach
You’re my DC oh Lee, oh
Man Ray went cray cray over you
Capturing but never captured
You’re my DC oh Lee, oh

[Chorus]
Swim low
In the back dry in the night
Sample
Put it there, get the money (watch me now)
In the back of a Volvo car
Sample
Hold over
Pay up sign up LA

[Verse 2]
Anna Bolina, maid of honour
Not your sister, fearful temper
You’re my DC oh Anna, oh
Unknown artist took your likeness
Henry Tudor left you lifeless
You’re my DC oh Anna, oh

[Interlude 1]
Keepa, keepa, keepa, keep me damn down
Let it low
Let me know where you go (watch me now)
Papa, papa, papa
Get me down
Deep, deep down
Pablo, let me know

[Interlude 2]
If you don’t have the ace of hearts
My dear, you’re a lost man
Falcon for you, Anna, from the left arm of the falconer
Anna, Anna, Anna, Anna L’Arlésienne

[Chorus]
Swim low
In the back dry in the night
Sample
Put it there, get the money (watch me now)
In the back of a Volvo car
Sample
Hold over
Pay up, sign up LA

[Chorus]
Swim low
In the back dry in the night
Sample
Put it there, get the money (watch me now)
In the back of a Volvo car
Sample
Hold over
Pay up, sign up LA

[Outro]
Watch me now

Bea Miller – Warmer

[Verse 1]
Late night, drivin’, thinkin’, where are we going?
Don’t tell, don’t ask
Go fast, headed straight for the past
My house, my room, too soon, what are we doing?
Why does this feel so good?

[Pre-Chorus]
Dim the light, close your eyes
Here again to test the water
Always fight what we find
But we search a little longer

[Chorus]
There’s a truth we’re second guessing
There’s no use in not confessing
Never right, but tonight
Think we might be getting warmer

[Post-Chorus: Zaire Simmons]
(Get on, we can keep it on the low)
(Get off, we can keep it on the low)
(Get on, we can keep it on the low)
(Get off, we can keep it on the low)

[Verse 2]
Heartbeat’s racin’, tracin’ what it’s been craving
I can’t help but want it, don’t know how to admit
No right time or place to open my mouth and say
Why does this feel so good?

[Pre-Chorus]
Dim the light, close your eyes
Here again to test the water
Always fight what we find
But we search a little longer

[Chorus]
There’s a truth we’re second guessing
There’s no use in not confessing
Never right, but tonight
Think we might be getting warmer

[Post-Chorus: Zaire Simmons]
(Get on, we can keep it on the low)
(Get off, we can keep it on the low)
(Get on, we can keep it on the low)
(Get off, we can keep it on the low)

[Bridge]
Warmer to us, warmer to love
Warmer to everything we came here to touch

[Pre-Chorus]
Dim the light, close your eyes
Here again to test the water
Always fight what we find
But we search a little longer

[Chorus]
There’s a truth we’re second guessing
There’s no use in not confessing
Never right, but tonight
Think we might be getting warmer

[Post-Chorus]
(Get on, we can keep it on the low)
(Get off, we can keep it on the low)
(Get on, we can keep it on the low)
(Get off, we can keep it on the low)

SahBabii – Purple Ape (feat. 4orever)

[Intro: SahBabii]
Oh yeah yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah yeah

[Hook: SahBabii]
Suck on that dick baby concentrate
I’m on my motherfuckin purple ape
I shoot the chopper no hesitate
Hundred round drum make him levitate
Only fuck bitches on holidays
She gon’ blow me like a birthday
I hate these bitches like Mondays
Suck a nigga dick ah something
Purple ape, purple ape, purple ape
Purple ape, purple ape, purple ape
Purple ape, purple ape, purple ape
Purple ape, purple ape, purple ape

[Verse 1: 4orever]

[Hook: SahBabii]
Suck on that dick baby concentrate
I’m on my motherfuckin purple ape
I shoot the chopper no hesitate
Hundred round drum make him levitate
Only fuck bitches on holidays
She gon’ blow me like a birthday
I hate these bitches like Mondays
Suck a nigga dick before a song play
Purple ape, purple ape, purple ape
Purple ape, purple ape, purple ape
Purple ape, purple ape, purple ape
Purple ape, purple ape, purple ape

[Verse 2: SahBabii]
Grime Reaper and 4orever
I’m in the muthafuckin’ Jeep truck
Bitch I’m ridin’ with the devil
Catch him down bad then posses him
If he start runnin’ then catch him
We splat that nigga like ketchup
Gave her purple dick like the emoji
Bitch I’m a bear like I’m Yogi
Hunnid round drum he say "oh shit"
I’m ridin’ with lil’ Yoshi
Bitch I’m a muthafuckin’ dinosaur
These pussy nigga gettin’ old
Two times [?]
Tired of fuckin’ these nigga hoes
She comin’ back like a yo-yo
Swallow the dick like a yogo

[Hook: SahBabii]
Suck on that dick baby concentrate
I’m on my motherfuckin purple ape
I shoot the chopper no hesitate
Hundred round drum make him levitate
Only fuck bitches on holidays
She gon’ blow me like a birthday
I hate these bitches like Mondays
Suck a nigga dick before a song play
Purple ape, purple ape, purple ape
Purple ape, purple ape, purple ape
Purple ape, purple ape, purple ape
Purple ape, purple ape, purple ape

Russ – Got This

Yeah, ever since, ever since, yeah
Yeah yeah

[Hook]
Ever since I got this you been tryna knock this
All you do is pop shit you ain’t really on shit
This is for my team though we ain’t with the nonsense
Keep it 103 though, all we do is top shit

[Verse 1]
I made everything come true, I feel like my own genie
You would think I got middle-eastern blood by the way the girls call me habibi
Thirty racks just popped up in my email damn what a life
I just did arenas, then I had a threesome, then I counted 40 bands damn what a night
This is that shit I asked for, I don’t take shots with squares you a backboard
Fuck your stamps, I want stamps in my passport
Dance to my disc though we all want platforms
That’s a 80’s reference
A lotta rappers only hot for like 80 seconds
Don’t pay me less than the promoter’s makin’
Carry myself yeah my shoulder’s aching

[Hook] x2
Ever since I got this you been tryna knock this
All you do is pop shit you ain’t really on shit
This is for my team though we ain’t with the nonsense
Keep it 103 though, all we do is top shit

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I’ma get a jet, call it Netflix cause I’m done with commercials, yeah
Imma go diamond, but I still got love for my circle, yeah
When I land, hotel suite, king bed with a handful of queens
When I make it to the top elevator goes right back down to the team
That’s OG bossed up wisdom, no sleep insomnia
Talkin to myself don’t put us at the end that’s obvious
Hope you catch that, Kylie showin love on Snapchat
21 hits on the way like Blackjack quicker than a flashback

[Hook] x2
Ever since I got this you been tryna knock this
All you do is pop shit you ain’t really on shit
This is for my team though we ain’t with the nonsense
Keep it 103 though, all we do is top shit

Vance Joy – Lay It On Me

[Verse 1]
I’m so gone
Anyone could see that I’m wasted
You cut through
And I just wanna know what’s in your head

[Pre-Chorus]
Write it on a piece of paper, honey
Put it in my coat before I go
Hidden in a place you know I’ll find it
Later when I’m sitting all alone

[Chorus]
Let me in
Everything starts at your skin, so new
Your love’s always finding me out
Who am I kidding?
If all my defences come down, oh baby
Will you lay it all on me now?
Lay it all on me now
Lay it all on me now
Lay it all on me now

[Verse 2]
Snow comes down, everything is new and different
I found you hidden in plain sight, why’d I take so long?

[Pre-Chorus]
Write it on a piece of paper, honey
Put it in my coat before I go

[Chorus]
Let me in
Everything starts at your skin, so new
Your love’s always finding me out
Who am I kidding?
If all my defences come down, oh baby
Will you lay it all on me now?
Lay it all on me now
Lay it all on me now
Lay it all on me now
Lay it all on me now

[Chorus]
Your love’s always finding me out
Who am I kidding?
If all my defences come down, oh baby
Will you lay it all on me now?
Lay it all on me now
Lay it all on me now
Lay it all on me now
Lay it all on me now

Sage The Gemini – Pilot

[Intro]
P-P-P-Lo, time to bring the bass back

[Verse 1]
Got a call on my cell phone
Heard you in the 5-1-0
Don’t you got a party at the hotel?
Me and my friends, we all wanna go
Please keep quiet
I don’t wanna start a riot
I understand you’re excited
Don’t tell nobody

[Pre-Chorus]
L.A. face with a Oakland booty
So you know that’s fat
I try to get the number, she like catch me outside
I’m like "How ’bout dat"
Party at the hotel
Things seem to be goin’ well
Walking past money on the floor
Please don’t go

[Chorus]
I know you want me, but you’re indecisive
Head in the clouds, you captain, I’ll be pilot
I know you want me, but you’re indecisive
Head in the clouds, you captain, I’ll be pilot

[Verse 2]
And you already know me, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, It’s a must, yeah, you gotta eat
Ay, this a game not a gameplay
Yeah, big bank take lil’ bank
Ay, the account gettin’ a lil’ weight
Woah, if she want me, that’s on her
Ay, I with it too, but I can’t make it clear to her
Ay, I’ma kill it, I’ma put it on her shirt
Ay, yeah, you should let me do the work
Ay, I know you see her with the

[Pre-Chorus]
L.A. face with a Oakland booty
So you know that’s fat
I try to get the number, she like catch me outside
I’m like "How ’bout dat"
Party at the hotel
Things seem to be goin’ well
Walking past money on the floor
Please don’t go

[Chorus]
I know you want me, but you’re indecisive
Head in the clouds, you captain, I’ll be pilot
I know you want me, but you’re indecisive
Head in the clouds, you captain, I’ll be pilot

Quintino & Henry Fong – Money

We are getting money
We are
We are

ADVERTISING

We are
We are
We are
We are
We are getting money

Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
We are getting money
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
We are getting money

We are
We are
We are
We are
We are
We are
We are getting money

Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
We are getting money
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
We are getting money

We are getting money

Nine Inch Nails – Less Than

[Verse 1]
Focus?
We didn’t even notice
We awake in a place
We can barely recognize, yeah
Hypnosis

[Refrain]
And you can justify it all
Your back is up against the wall again

[Verse 2]
Shut up, silence
Add a little violence
And offend and pretend
And defend and demand my compliance

[Refrain]
And you can always justify
The missile trails across the sky again

[Chorus]
So what are you waiting for?
You got what you asked for
Did it fix what was wrong with you?
Are you less than?
Go and look what you gone done
Welcome oblivion
Did it fix what was wrong with you?
Are you less than?

[Verse 3]
Needful
Too many fucking people
You’ll have to take care of yourselves
You know I’ve got my hands full

[Refrain]
And you can always justify
The missile trails across the sky again

[Chorus]
So what are you waiting for?
You got what you asked for
Did it fix what was wrong with you?
Are you less than?
And look what you gone done
Come on welcome oblivion
Did it fix what was wrong inside?
Are you less than?

[Instrumental Bridge]

[Chorus]
So what are you waiting for?
You got what you asked for
Did it fix what was wrong with you?
Are you less than? (Are you less than? Less than?)
And look what you gone done
Well, welcome oblivion
Did it fix what was wrong inside?
Are you less than?

Neck Deep – Motion Sickness

[Verse 1]
It’s time to kick the habit, I’m coming clean
It’s been a hell of a ride but it’s all caught up with me
And now I’m off track
Feel like I’m right back where I started
Sat on the kitchen floor all alone talking to a ghost
About where we go when we go
He said, “Life is the great unknown”
Better jump, better run and…

[Chorus]
Don’t stop now
Though the motion sickness has you spinning out
Cause you’re on your way
Oh my friend, just look how far you’ve come
And think twice before you go and throw it all away

[Verse 2]
Between the peace and panic
I can’t break up the static
I need a cleaner frequency
I frequently burn out and vanish
I’m on another planet
There’s just no getting through to me
But then I find myself in bed
Lost inside my head again
Running over everything
The voices, they are deafening
Out from the noise
I hear that familiar voice
He says “Life is the great unknown”
Better jump, better run, better go
Better jump, run

[Chorus]
Don’t stop now
Though the motion sickness has you spinning out
Cause you’re on your way
Oh my friend, just look how far you’ve come
And think twice before you go and throw (throw!) it all away

[Bridge]
Cause you’re on your way
(You’re on your way)
Cause you’re on your way
Cause you’re on your way

[Chorus]
Don’t stop now
Though the motion sickness has you spinning out
Cause you’re on your way
Oh my friend, just look how far you’ve come
And think twice before you go and throw (throw!) it all away

[Outro]
Before you throw it all away
Before you throw it all away

Dillon Francis – Say Less (feat. G-Eazy)

Yeah
Young Gerald, yeah, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dylon, Dylon with the boom pow
Every week now I switch to a new style
Two 12’s in the back just blew out
Everything I do end up in the news now
Leave the club with a few now
Just some Hollywood girls and they do chow
I’m drunk, I’m drunk in the mood now
2 AM, what you wanna do now?
(What you wanna do now?)
Look baby, pass the Stella
Don’t spill on me, that’s Margiela
Got this Oakland game to tell her
Goddamn, she look familiar
Think we hooked up at Coachella
What’s her name? Isabella? Isa- uh, forget it
That’s like a week ago
But we both know how weekends go
Tryna function, got some places we could go
Lock jaw got me speakin slow like yeah
I’m blessed on blessed
I don’t GAFOS
You tryna fuck?
Yes on yes on yes on yes
Say less
Say less
You ain’t got
You ain’t got
You, you, you ain’t got
Say less (yeah)
Say less
Ay girl, what it do do
If you got friends, cool bring a few through
No fun if the homies can’t have none
R.I.P. Nate Dogg shit is too true
And you know what I’m down for
Round 2, Round 3 into Round 4
Mood switched when she knocked at the front door
Next up was the uproar, yeah
Was like a week ago, but we both know how weekends go
Tryna tuck off got some places we could go
Swear she got the deepest throat like wow
She’s blessed on blessed
I don’t GAFOS
You tryna fuck?
Yes on yes on yes on yes!
Say less
Say less
You ain’t got
You ain’t got
You, you, you ain’t got
Say less
Sheesh, what you sayin’? I don’t understand
Goddamn, I’m out my mind, I popped another Xan
Sheesh, I swear this lock jaw got me stuttering
Goddamn, girl, you so fine, I’d fall in love again
Sheesh, gettin’ faded is my favorite rush
Goddamn, you talkative, ain’t gotta say too much
Be quiet, who got some grapes? I’m tryna roll some trees
Goddamn, uppers and downers, I’m off both of these
Gettin’ faded, not complicated
Too sedated, no conversation
Gettin’ faded, not complicated
We too sedated, no conversation
Please say less
Please say less
Please say less
I’m blessed on blessed
I don’t GAFOS
You tryna fuck?
Yes on yes on yes on yes
Say less
Say less
You ain’t got
You ain’t got
You, you, you ain’t got
Say less
Say less
Say less
You ain’t got
You ain’t got
You, you, you ain’t got
Say less

French Montana – Whiskey Eyes (feat. Chinx) (Jungle Rules Album)

[Intro: Chinx]
We cannot deal anybody else
(Rock party)
We cannot deal with what anybody else is sayin’
I’m a mothafuckin’ coke boy
1, 2, 3
I’m a mothafuckin’ coke boy

[Chorus]
You lured me in with those whiskey eyes
You tell me things, I know they’re all lies
I’ll fall, I’ll fall for you
And there’s nothin’ I can’t do

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Yo, Montana
Ayy, hit the game, put the wave in it
Go, go on tap your veins, put the needle in it
I-I snatch you by your head like an eagle did it
Shootout with the police like Siegel did it
Middle of the streets like The Beatles did it
Can’t be in it when you leave, or they leave you in it
Ev-Everything that’s gold ain’t wood and glue
I seen killers fold for certain killas
Have your money right when the law costs
I seen my favorite rappers turn to cornballs
The best thing I did was let that pain hurt my feelings
(Turn the pain into music)
Turn the music into millions, haaan
Got jerked my first deal, and I told ’em "Suck a dick"
Once I made my first mil’, I told them "Fuck a brick"
Brick, brick by brick, ’til it’s empire
L-l-lick by lick, gone a sleepwire
Had to learn taxes, help you relax
If you don’t own your masters, your classes turn to ashes
So hit the round table, count it all up
Or get the brown bag, count it all up
Call the bad bitches, round ’em all up
Come the first, we can count it all up
Millionaire bitches, hit the mall up
(International superstar)

[Chorus]
You lured me in with those whiskey eyes
You tell me things, I know they’re all lies
I’ll fall, I’ll fall for you
And there’s nothin’ I can’t do

[Verse 2: French Montana]
They said kill ’em with success, toe tag ya up
N-n-name a Hollywood bitch I ain’t rag up
P-p-promise, the pressure turn to diamonds
The karma turn to commas
If the block told you eye to eye
Seeing dreams in a bottle
The other son of Pablo
Trips out to Cabo, D.C. with a model
This Tammy from Miami, put her face on the white like Sosa
Come and get a close up
I’m on the post like the power forward
From the hoodies to the Tom Ford
Big up, f-for the stick up
They wanted me to hiccup
I copped the Bent’ over sticker
About to come and pick your chick up
Gladiator theme music with Casino suits
Godfather trilogy, Al Pacino shootin’
This that Benny Blanco ‘fore he killed Carlito
This that Larry Davis before he caught that Rico
Them calm streets, Teflon fleek
In the jungle, while you holdin’ hands in Palm Beach
We was climbin’ fences, we was playin’ benches
One time for my bitches, naked on the trenches
European boots, European suits
African diamonds, my niggas shinin’
My nigga Chinx son became my own son
The block where I’m from, you need your own gun

[Verse 3: Chinx]
Devil held me up, figured that I’d convert to God
Took my ground from the pavement and aimed it at the stars
Swag drippin’ by the liter, four ounce of purp’
The game ain’t for the weak, go and play the church
Off the Mary Jane, pills, syrup, thick smoke, coughing
Ridin’ on these suckas that opposed it
Ballin’, took the whistle from the ref and made my own calls
From the pens, got my homie on the phone call
No work, money goes under the mattress only
Hands clean, got some youngins that’ll back it for me
Really skatin’ budget, conflict diamonds only
Made my vow to the game, boy, that’s matrimony

[Chorus]
You lured me in with those whiskey eyes
You tell me things, I know they’re all lies
I’ll fall, I’ll fall for you
And there’s nothin’ I can’t do

French Montana – Unforgettable (feat. Swae Lee) (Jungle Rules Album)

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
It’s not good enough for me
Since I’ve been with you, ooh
It’s not gonna work for you
Nobody can equal me (I know)
I’m gonna sip on this drink, when I’m fucked up
I should know how to pick up
I’m gonna catch the rhythm
While she push up against me, ooh, is she tipsy?
I had enough convo for 24
I peep’d you from across the room
Pretty little body, dancin’ like GoGo, hey
And you are unforgettable
I need to get you alone (oeh)
Why not? A fuckin’ good time never hurt nobody
I got a little drink, but it’s not Bacardi
If you loved the girl, then I’m so, so sorry
I gotta give it to her like we in a marriage
Oh, like we in a hurry
No, no, I won’t tell nobody
You’re on your level too
Tryna do what lovers do

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Feelin’ like I’m fresh out; Boosie
If they want the drama, got the Uzi
Ship the whole crew to the cruise ship
Doin’ shit you don’t even see in movies
Ride with me, ride with me, boss
I got a hard head, but her ass soft
She want the last name with the ring on it
‘Cause I pulled out a million cash, told her plank on it

[Bridge: Swae Lee & French Montana]
And you are unforgettable
I need to get you alone
Now you wanna choose
Just pop the bubbly in the ‘cuzi

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
It’s not good enough for me
Since I’ve been with you, ooh
I’m gonna sip on this drink, when I’m fucked up
I should know how to pick up
I’m gonna catch the rhythm
While she push up against me, ooh, is she tipsy?
I had enough convo for 24
I peep’d you from across the room
Pretty little body, dancin’ like GoGo, hey
And you are unforgettable
I need to get you alone (oeh)
Why not? A fuckin’ good time never hurt nobody
I got a little drink, but it’s not Bacardi
If you loved the girl, then I’m so, so sorry
I gotta give it to her like we in a marriage
Oh, like we in a hurry
No, no, I won’t tell nobody
You’re on your level too
Tryna do what lovers do

[Verse 2: French Montana]
You ain’t enough for me
Too much for you alone
Baby, go and grab some bad bitches, bring ’em home
Know the jet’s on me
I’ma curve my best for you, you know
So pick up that dress for me
Leave the rest on
Too much convo for 24 hours
When you stand next to 24 karats
She left her man at home
She don’t love him no more
I want your mind and your body
Don’t mind nobody
So, you don’t ever hurt nobody
Baby girl, work your body, work your body

[Bridge: Swae Lee & French Montana]
And you are unforgettable
I need to get you alone
Now you wanna choose
Just pop the bubbly in the ‘cuzi
Why not?

[Outro: Swae Lee]
Oh, like we in a hurry
No, no, I won’t tell nobody
You’re on your level too
Tryna do what lovers do

French Montana – Trippin (Jungle Rules Album)

[Verse 1]
Started off with a simple twist of fate
Boyfriend gonna come catch my fade
Mama said, "Come on, it’s gettin’ late"
Tell that woman she gots to wait
Find somethin’ worth fightin’ for
If you ain’t gonna get them drawers
If you lose, gonna catch a case
Did you go too far? Baby, anyway
Just stories ’bout things I do
Show you, girl, it was all for you
Had hoes in the hotel room
Never knew we would make that news
I’m too good with social cues
Left out ‘fore I had a chance to choose
Know you’re him, what would have that been?
That’s somethin’ my pride cannot lose
Too much on the way I feel
Trick myself to believe it’s real
Trick too much for the sex and feel
When I get a mil’ I’ma spend it all on real
I’ma spend it all on feels, yeah

[Chorus]
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
Just drippin’ on a bitch
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
I’m just drippin’ on a bitch
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
Trippin’, no
Ooh, I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
Trippin’, no
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
I’m just drippin’ on a bitch
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
Just drippin’ on a bitch
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch

[Verse 2]
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
And if I’m lyin’, I’m flyin’, heart of a lion
Got the future on the hide, my hotel, I hide
I hope you’re stayin’ by
I need you for five, I need you for five
You need me, I’m the plug to the life that you desire
You need me for the game, game, oh
You need me for the game, for the game, oh
I need you for five, I need you for five
You need me, I’m the plug to the life that you desire

[Chorus]
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
Trippin’, no
I ain’t trippin’ on you, bitch
Trippin’, no
I ain’t trippin’ on one thing
And I ain’t gon’ slip
And I ain’t trippin’ on one thing
I ain’t trippin’ on you, bitch
Trippin’, no
I ain’t trippin’ on you, bitch
Trippin’, no
I ain’t trippin’ on one thing
And I ain’t gon’ slip
And I ain’t trippin’ on one thing

[Outro]
I ain’t trippin’, I ain’t trippin’, baby
I ain’t trippin’, I ain’t trippin’, baby
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch

French Montana – A Lie (feat. The Weeknd & Max B) (Jungle Rules Album)

[Intro: Max B & French Montana]
Uh, Boss Don shit
(Coke Boy, baby)
Thought I’d have a little fun with it
Montana, ow
You know what it is when you hear that, haaaaan
Yep, we gon’ get it in, baby
(La música de Harry Fraud)
Oh, yeah, baby, yeah
You bring it back in, skrrt, skrrt

[Verse 1: The Weeknd]
Shawty in the way, got the mothafuckin’ fix, yeah
Sippin’ all day got me leanin’ off the kickstand
House on my neck, ‘nother house on my wristband
Girls really love me like a mothafuckin’ six pack
No time for restin’ (restin’)
My life’s a mess, end up bein’ a fuckin’ legend (legend)
An icon, tryna cement it (‘ment it)
I’m treatin’ every year like it’s game 7 (game 7)
I feel like problems in my city been deaded (deaded)
I feel like me and my niggas are unthreatened (threatened)
My new girl hate it when I’m always spendin’ (all the time)
I guess I gotta get used to it ’cause my ex is
But it’s true, though (but it’s true, though)
But it’s true, though (but it’s true, though)
I’m in the cold, rep the north like I’m Trudeau (yeah)
Yeah it’s true, though (true, though)
Yeah it’s true, though (true, though)
My heart cold but it really beat for you, though

[Chorus: The Weeknd & French Montana]
Ooh, he do it better, that’s a lie (that’s a lie, yeah)
He at my level, that’s a lie (that’s a lie, yeah)
A hundred thousand for the times, yeah
They fuckin’ with us, that’s a lie, ooh, yeah
A lie, a lie, a lie (a lie) (that’s a lie)
A lie, a lie, a lie (a lie) (that’s a lie)
A lie, a lie, a lie (a lie) (that’s a lie)
A lie, a lie, a lie (a lie) (that’s a lie)
A lie, a lie, a lie (a lie) (that’s a lie)
A lie, a lie, a lie (a lie) (skrrt, skrrt)
All of my homies gonna shine (gonna shine)
You fuckin’ with us, that’s a lie (yeah)

[Verse 2: French Montana & The Weeknd]
It’s true, though (it’s true, though)
It, it’s true, though (it’s true, though)
I hope the box don’t spread like the rumors
Sad, but it’s true, though (it’s true, though)
It’s true, though (it’s true, though)
We was bite down, now we true’d up (a lie)
She, she say the baby mine’s, that’s a lie (that’s a lie)
If I ain’t the hottest in the city, that’s a lie (that’s a lie)
School, teach you how to read the lines (read the lines)
In these streets, gotta read between the lines
Room, room full of ether clouds, you don’t want no smoke
‘Fore, ‘fore I choke, baby, I’ma choke ’em from their choker (yeah)
Only the red in my eyes see where you come from
We, we the gang, either you run with or run from
I, I’m the head, rockin’ bet it’s re-up in the sock
Me, me and Max hit the block like Karl Malone, Stockton
And if I ain’t the new Chapo, that’s a lie (that’s a lie)
And if he try and tell you we gon’ stop, that’s a lie

[Chorus: The Weeknd & French Montana]
Ooh, he do it better, that’s a lie (that’s a lie, yeah)
He at my level, that’s a lie (that’s a lie, yeah)
A hundred thousand for the times, yeah
They fuckin’ with us, that’s a lie, ooh, yeah
A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie
A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie
All of my homies gonna shine (gonna shine)
You fuckin’ with us, that’s a lie (yeah)

[Verse 3: Max B]
I got in a little too, baby, so come and play
Daddy’ll pay the cab, maybe stay for a day
Knowin’ I gotta make
Bitches, they call me whore, son, more buns
Mami bent over for hum
Give her, what she want and let her get it good
Put it on her tongue
Told me, "Tell me, boy, you gotta get
Fix me with a lot of dick
Hit me with a lot of kick
Show me you the man"
Bustin’ quickies and dippin’
That be somethin’ I can’t stand
Other plans, baby, had of late
Tried to put me in a twirl like the Cheerio
I ain’t talkin’ cereal
Put me in a video, I can make a wave
Baby girl, comin’ home and you can’t stay, oww

[Chorus: The Weeknd & French Montana]
Ooh, he do it better, that’s a lie (that’s a lie, yeah)
He at my level, that’s a lie (that’s a lie, yeah)
A hundred thousand for the times, yeah
They fuckin’ with us, that’s a lie, ooh, yeah
A lie, a lie, a lie (a lie) (that’s a lie)
A lie, a lie, a lie (a lie) (that’s a lie)
A lie, a lie, a lie (a lie) (that’s a lie)
A lie, a lie, a lie (a lie) (that’s a lie)
A lie, a lie, a lie (a lie) (that’s a lie)
A lie, a lie, a lie (a lie) (that’s a lie)
All of my homies gonna shine (gonna shine)
You fuckin’ with us, that’s a lie (yeah)

French Montana – Jump (feat. Travis Scott) (Jungle Rules Album)

Aye, Trav
This one for the wave culture (woooo!)
So prolific, yeah
If they talking ’bout ballin’
We jumping out the gym, baby!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeahhh.(jump)

I jump all day, (straight up), yeah
I jump all day
I jump all day, yeah
I drop my top when we outside (skrrt)
Once I go live, we all go live
juuump, juuump, juuump all day (straight up)
I juuump all day, I juuump all day (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I drop my top, I go outside
Once I’m live we all go live (it’s lit)
juuump, juuump, juuump, all day.

Foreign cars ain’t rented
Drop tops, juuump in it
Hit it, top down, gang with me
Throwing up five cities
Trapping through the boost phone, buying those minutes
Me and Trav in that four, running through limits
f*cking with your boy, man sky ain’t the limit
Now Sky-Dweller OG five .. with the chemist, ah
I’ve been tweakin’ off the pills with a stick .. and some ‘Yac when I ride through that motherf*cker
Once some good niggas slipping to these hatin’ a*s niggas
So I ain’t playin’ I just (gunshot), graah
Pull up to the rock versuri-lyrics.info
Grab that Filipina, look up at my Opp, way up
Hot, got ice on my hand
Me and Trav juuump out, we ain’t gonna drop the top off, damn
Yeahhh!

I jump all day
I jump all day, yeah
I drop my top when we outside (drop top)
Once I go live, we all go live
juuump, juuump, juuump all day (straight up)
I juuump all day, I juuump all day (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I drop my top, I go outside (straight up)
Once I’m live we all go live (it’s lit)
juuump, juuump, juuump all day.

I’d rather go fight off the devil
Spend another night in this hell
A*s and titties by the several
Bout to take it up another level
Bout to juuump out on the tropics
With my d*ck out, everybody watching
Running and they ain’t ‘gon stop me
Only way I solve all my problems
‘Bout to go drive my Diablo
Grab the stick and wheel with my eyes closed
All up in yo phone, f*cking on my model
On the narcos, feel like Pablo
Got my first chain, was rose golden
White b*tches on me like I’m Kobe
Turn my jewellery to my trainer
Tell em “ice me,” ’cause I’m swollen.

I juuump all day
I juuump all day
I juuump all day, yeah
I drop my top when we outside (drop top)
Once I go live, we all go live
juuump, juuump, juuump all day (straight up)
I juuump all day, I juuump all day (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I drop my top, I go outside (straight up)
Once I’m live we all go live (it’s lit)
juuump, juuump, juuump all dayyy.

French Montana – Hotel Bathroom (Jungle Rules Album)

[Intro]
Off top, baby

[Hook]
Hotel bathroom
Hotel bathroom
Smoking in the bathroom
To the hotel bathroom
Hotel couch, fucking on the hotel couch
Hotel bathroom
Fuck you on the hotel bed
Yeah, baby
Up and down it feels like
Heaven must feel so light
Ain’t gon’ lie, I can’t wait

[Verse 1]
Hotel Cabana
AOD, hunnid dancers
GG on the Phantom
South Beach, condo
Free life
Free Max B for one night
Wait for it, hang tight
Everything go
Naked bitches
Everything goes
Dip in that Ghost
Ra-ra, kill that noise
Take a break, cigarette smoke, yeah
Hit it one time and you can’t feel your toes

[Hook]
Hotel bathroom
Hotel bathroom
Smoking in the bathroom
To the hotel bathroom
Hotel couch, fucking on the hotel couch
Hotel bathroom
Fuck you on the hotel bed
Yeah, baby
Up and down it feels like
Heaven must feel so light
Ain’t gon lie, I can’t wait

[Verse 2]
Whip the white with my closed eyes
Flip two or three to that four, five
She was the brain to my story
Her baby daddy was boring
Motel 6
We fucked in the bathroom, Motel 6
Don’t tell this
But you ain’t no motel bitch
Do right, be right there like you Spike
Court side seats like
Take a break, cigarette smoke, yeah
Hit it one time and you can’t feel your toes

[Hook]
Hotel bathroom
Hotel bathroom
Smoking in the bathroom
To the hotel bathroom
Hotel couch, fucking on the hotel couch
Hotel bathroom
Fuck you on the hotel bed
Yeah, baby
Up and down it feels like
Heaven must feel so light
Ain’t ‘gon lie, I can’t wait

[Outro]
On the hotel floor
On the hotel floor
In the hotel shower
In the hotel bed
In the hotel shower
In the hotel

[Hook]
Up and down it feels like
Heaven must feel so light
Ain’t ‘gon lie, I can’t wait
Yeah, baby
Up and down it feels like
Heaven must feel so light
Ain’t ‘gon lie, I can’t wait

Hotel bathroom

French Montana – Bring Dem Things (feat. Pharrell) (Jungle Rules Album)

[Intro: Pharrell Williams, French Montana, & Harry Fraud]
Montana
I be like, nice P, you know
What up P?
Skateboard!
La Musica de Harry Fraud
Skate on these niggas

[Chorus: Kid Daytona]
When I pull up they notice me
Come and talk to me like Jodeci
But don’t you be too close to me
Them goons you see, let it go for me
I bring them things, I bring them things
I call the plug (hello?) he bring them things
Mucho bitches, I bring them tings
Looking so expensive, rings and things
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things

[Verse 1: Pharrell]
Mane, you don’t wanna fuck with them bro
Oh you high and they shooting, better get low
Extort ’em, you ain’t go no friends, oh
They’ll be fucking with that ass like a nympho
Chanel scarf like rainbow barf
$1000 sip nigga, this ain’t yo’ cloth
You ain’t dripping nigga, that ain’t no sauce
I can see the noodles, that shit made for poodles
I’m thinking ’bout the LaFerrari coupe
1.8, the option is the roof
Greens is a secret to the youth
Your goals are malnourished nigga, please spit the juice
Y’all be Bape and I be human-made and
Y’all be aping, I’m Richard Mille nation
No diamonds, just turn beyond facing
With gears and sprockets with the sapphire casing

[Chorus: Kid Daytona]
When I pull up they notice me
Come and talk to me like Jodeci
But don’t you be too close to me
Them goons you see, let it go for me
I bring them things, I bring them things
I call the plug (hello?) he bring them things
Mucho bitches, I bring them tings
Looking so expensive, rings and things
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Here’s a little story about a kid from Morocco
Had to show Carlito I was Benny Blanco
Check it out, ra-raindrop, offset
Fuck a plug, we the outlet
Child put me in a box, I’m in the box office
All the rocks made shawty blow my socks off
Coke boy white, Mac Miller, Reggie Miller
Shoot to kill her, canary quarterback , Steelers
White villa from crack dealing
Cîroc French Vanilla, garage like a dealer
I kill ’em softly, Lauryn Hill ’em
Get above ’em, crib Calabasas on the hill, I
Had ’em on a needle, 45 plate
Beatles wore revolvers on the red carpet
Alcatraz bars, crash cars
Ain’t no future in fronting, my homie rip yo mask off

[Chorus: Kid Daytona]
When I pull up they notice me
Come and talk to me like Jodeci
But don’t you be too close to me
Them goons you see, let it go for me
I bring them things, I bring them things
I call the plug (hello?) he bring them things
Mucho bitches, I bring them tings
Looking so expensive, rings and things
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things

French Montana – Bag (feat. Ziico Niico) (Jungle Rules Album)

[Chorus: Ziico Niico & French Montana]
I slap her ass then I dab
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (the face)
Then she get the bread at the trash (that’s the stash)
Runnin’ to that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ to that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be goin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)
I smack her ass like that (that)
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (that’s the face)
Then she get the bread in the trash (that’s the stash)
Run, ru-ru-runnin’ for that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ for that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be drummin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Ay, two mansions in the Hamptons
Money longer than the Ave’
30 cars on the alley
30 mill’s in the valley
Came from the bottom, watch what I do
You bunch of internet thugs, Yahoo
You got a buzz, I’m the whole field
Ask your bitch, I’m a dope deal
Try to book me for my watch
I’ll book ’em for a show, let his mama watch
Call the coroner and call the pastor
And grab a casket, my chest christens in the laughter
Talk about New York, big mistake
Got the bank and I ain’t fit (that’s a stash)
Bet a mill’ and I ain’t riggin’
On the large, get a Minaj, ain’t Nicki

[Chorus: Ziico Niico & French Montana]
I slap her ass then I dab
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (the face)
Then she get the bread at the trash (that’s the stash)
Runnin’ to that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ to that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be goin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)
I smack her ass like that (that)
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (that’s the face)
Then she get the bread in the trash (that’s the stash)
Run, ru-ru-runnin’ for that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ for that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be drummin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Runnin’ through New York with a strap (that’s a fact)
‘Cause we comin’ for they head, not they chaps (that’s a fact)
Zack runnin’ through a chap
Bub runnin’ through a chap
Killer runnin’ through a chap (that’s my nigga)
Hank runnin’ through a chap (that’s my nigga)
Mitch runnin’ through a chap (that’s my nigga)
Y’all wonder what it’s at
I know I see Max one day
R.I.P Chinx, gun play
Make you backflip, like the front brake
Finna rule, live someday
Chop a bubble like bath water
See the red dots like a camcorder
Fuck on a jet, that’s air hoe
Came with the TEC, air horn

[Chorus: Ziico Niico & French Montana]
I slap her ass then I dab
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (the face)
Then she get the bread at the trash (that’s the stash)
Runnin’ to that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ to that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be goin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)
I smack her ass like that (that)
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (that’s the face)
Then she get the bread in the trash (that’s the stash)
Run, ru-ru-runnin’ for that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ for that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be drummin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)

French Montana – Migo Montana (feat. Quavo) (Jungle Rules Album)

[Intro: Quavo & French Montana]
We made a mill’ off a trap phone
Shawty get me in a mood
Blew a ‘hunnid on that ooh
We made a mill’ off a trap phone
Getting that paper all I do
We made a mill’ off a trap phone
We got London on da Track
I heard shawty got that, ooh

[Bridge: French Montana]
Yeah, ayy
That’s my hoe, shawty go bend it over
That’s my hoe, baby go bend it over
That’s my hoe, shawty go bend it over
That’s my hoe, baby go bend it over
That’s my hoe, my baby don’t leave me
That’s my hoe, hunnid racks on my jeans
That’s my hoe, my ice full of P’s
That’s my hoe, that’s my coupe, European
That’s my hoe, shawty go bend it over
California life, I got what you need
That’s my hoe, baby, go bend it over
That’s my hoe, shawty go bend it over
That’s my hoe, baby, go bend it over

[Hook: Quavo]
We made a mill’ off a trap phone
We made a mill’ off a trap phone (smash)
And we got the key to the streets (key)
We got your hoe on a leash (your hoe)
And I told her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Montana
Hop off Yacht, got Wraith on crew
Never trip off bitch, bitch no juice
Smoking on that La-La
Blue dot, ’till I move
You can bet your last dollar on us, we won’t lose (we won’t)
Team full of winners
Came from the trenches
From the crates now we floor seats right by the benches
Shooters hop out, mask on, Derrick Rose
I made a mill’ off a trap phone
Fucking so good she won’t leave me alone

[Hook: Quavo]
We made a mill’ off a trap phone (ayy)
We made a mill’ off a trap phone (smash)
And we got the key to the streets (key)
We got your hoe on a leash (your hoe)
And I told her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)

[Bridge: French Montana]
That’s my hoe, shawty go bend it over
That’s my hoe, baby go bend it over
That’s my hoe, shawty go bend it over
That’s my hoe, baby, go bend it over
That’s my hoe, my baby, don’t leave me
That’s my hoe, hunnid racks on my jeans
That’s my hoe, my ice full of P’s
That’s my hoe, that’s my coupe, European
That’s my hoe, shawty go bend it over
California life, I got what you need
That’s my hoe, baby, go bend it over
That’s my hoe, shawty go bend it over
That’s my hoe, baby, go bend it over

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Look at my diamonds dancing (ayy)
Look at the bitches panic (yup)
Young nigga trappin’ out the mansion (trap)
I’m higher than the Grand Canyon (high)
You know I’m walking with the cannon (graah)
I got Dakota Fanning (white)
I’m balling shoulda played with Kansas (ball)
But I taught her how to get the Benj’s (ayy)
Call up all my homies, they ‘gon ride for me (skrrt, skrrt)
I put the work in the trunk, in the car, she ride for me (skrrt, skrrt)
All of my bitches got bitches on bitches
None of my niggas, no snitching, no snitching (nah)
Hit a lick, quarter mill’ in a cell
I taught her how to get the money, she killed it

[Hook: Quavo]
We made a mill’ off a trap phone (ayy)
We made a mill’ off a trap phone (trap)
And we got the key to the streets (key)
We got your hoe on a leash (your hoe)
And I told her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)

[Outro: Quavo]
We made a mill’ off a trap phone

French Montana – No Pressure (feat. Future) (Jungle Rules Album)

[Intro: Future]
Choppa Choppa blang, he a coppa too
Ain’t gonna say no names, he a rapper too

[Chorus: French Montana]
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Hoppin’ out foreign cars, 40 deep
Hundred thou’ blowin’ that in AOD
And that’s why I’m the best, fuck with me
‘Cause a nigga flip flop like he standin’ on the beach
Hoppin’ up stage, got my diamonds, dirty dancin’
You know I work dirty, got ’em higher than a parasail
Tell my other bitch I’m on my other bitch, yeah
I just do that shit to make my other bitch jealous
40 in the kitchen and then he whippin’ up the dressin’
Every time you call, I be like, look, hold on, don’t stress me
You know I tuck the 9, like a motherfuckin’ ferris wheel
You want it? You can get it if you wanna learn your lesson

[Chorus: French Montana]
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no

[Verse 2: Future]
Became friends with a dope head (dope head)
To be inside the mind of a dope head
How many crimes in a dope head?
I got that one time for the dope heads
The people love the streets vs. the feds, yeah
Countin’ ’til your thumb numb, hell yeah
Printin’ like a money presser, hell yeah
You can smell the fragrance in the air, yeah
Put you in the loop, I make my own laws
Last six summers, we had no falls
And we still stashin’ hundreds in the brick walls
Paid my dog commissary almost no cost

[Chorus: French Montana]
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no

[Verse 3: French Montana & Future]
Choppers, choppers, bang, they was lookin’ for me
Ain’t gon’ say no names, probably lookin’ for me
Choppers, choppers, bang, they was lookin’ for me
Ain’t gon’ say no names, probably lookin’ for me
Choppers, choppers, bang, he a copper, too
Ain’t gon’ say no names, he a robber, too
Choppers, choppers, bang, he a copper, too
Ain’t gon’ say no names, he a robber, too

[Chorus: French Montana]
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure