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Bebe Rexha – Comfortable (feat. Kranium) (All Your Fault Pt. 2 Clean Version EP)

You’re getting comfortable, you’re getting too comfortable, yeah
[Post-Chorus: Bebe Rexha & Kranium
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You’re getting too comfortable, comfortable
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (That’s true)
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You’re getting too comfortable, comfortable
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Bridge: Bebe Rexha]
Yeah, you’re getting [?] now
Boy, you better get it back now
Step it up, or you’re gonna have to step out
Right now, better show me what you got now
Give me love, give me life
Better give it too me when I want it
I shouldn’t have to ask for it
Give it to me when I want it, yeah yeah
[Chorus: Bebe Rexha]
So, baby, tell me, why you never buy me flowers no more? I don’t need to hear it, but it’d be nice to know
And I don’t remember the last time I got off on ya
Cause you get off on me, but I get off alone
You better give it to me when I want it
I shouldn’t have to ask for it
Give it to me when I want it, yeah yeah
[Chorus: Bebe Rexha]
So, baby, tell me, why you never buy me flowers no more? You’re getting comfortable, you’re getting too comfortable
Why you never wanna open my door? You’re getting comfortable, you’re getting too comfortable, yeah
[Post-Chorus: Bebe Rexha]
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You’re getting too comfortable, comfortable
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You’re getting too comfortable, comfortable
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Outro: Kranium]
I bought you roses (I did)
Do all the things I’m supposed to do (Open your eyes, baby)
Yeah, nothing that I do is good enough for you (Oh, girl)
Baby, what you putting me through? You’re getting comfortable, you’re getting too comfortable, yeah
[Post-Chorus: Bebe Rexha]
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You’re getting too comfortable, comfortable
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Kranium]
[?], please give me a [?]
[?] supposed to be
I can’t [?] if every single [?] to get to me
[?], please give me a [?]
[?] supposed to be
I can’t [?] if every single [?] to get to me
I treat you so damn good, yet you can’t see it
Worryin’ ’bout things I haven’t done lately
[Chorus: Bebe Rexha]
Why you never buy me flowers no more? [Intro: Bebe Rexha]
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Bebe Rexha]
When was the last time that you called me beautiful? You’re getting comfortable, you’re getting too comfortable
Why you never wanna open my door? You’re getting comfortable, you’re getting too comfortable
Why you never wanna open my door?

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Bebe Rexha – (Not) The One (All Your Fault Pt. 2 Clean Version EP)

I don’t need to hear it, but it’d be nice to know
And I don’t remember the last time I got off on ya
Cause you get off on me, but I get off alone
You better give it to me when I want it
I shouldn’t have to ask for it
Give it to me when I want it, yeah yeah
[Chorus: Bebe Rexha]
So, baby, tell me, why you never buy me flowers no more? [Intro: Bebe Rexha]
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Bebe Rexha]
When was the last time that you called me beautiful? You’re getting comfortable, you’re getting too comfortable
Why you never wanna open my door? You’re getting comfortable, you’re getting too comfortable, yeah
[Post-Chorus: Bebe Rexha]
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You’re getting too comfortable, comfortable
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Kranium]
[?], please give me a [?]
[?] supposed to be
I can’t [?] if every single [?] to get to me
[?], please give me a [?]
[?] supposed to be
I can’t [?] if every single [?] to get to me
I treat you so damn good, yet you can’t see it
Worryin’ ’bout things I haven’t done lately
[Chorus: Bebe Rexha]
Why you never buy me flowers no more? You’re getting comfortable, you’re getting too comfortable, yeah
[Post-Chorus: Bebe Rexha]
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You’re getting too comfortable, comfortable
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You’re getting too comfortable, comfortable
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Outro: Kranium]
I bought you roses (I did)
Do all the things I’m supposed to do (Open your eyes, baby)
Yeah, nothing that I do is good enough for you (Oh, girl)
Baby, what you putting me through? You’re getting comfortable, you’re getting too comfortable, yeah
[Post-Chorus: Bebe Rexha & Kranium
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You’re getting too comfortable, comfortable
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (That’s true)
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You’re getting too comfortable, comfortable
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Bridge: Bebe Rexha]
Yeah, you’re getting [?] now
Boy, you better get it back now
Step it up, or you’re gonna have to step out
Right now, better show me what you got now
Give me love, give me life
Better give it too me when I want it
I shouldn’t have to ask for it
Give it to me when I want it, yeah yeah
[Chorus: Bebe Rexha]
So, baby, tell me, why you never buy me flowers no more? You’re getting comfortable, you’re getting too comfortable
Why you never wanna open my door? You’re getting comfortable, you’re getting too comfortable
Why you never wanna open my door?

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Bebe Rexha – The Way I Are (Dance With Somebody) (feat. Lil Wayne) (All Your Fault Pt. 2 Clean Version EP)

(Tunechi)
Don’t matter who you are, just love me the way I are
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody
Bloody noses, speeding cars
Lethal doses, desperate hearts
Roll it up ’cause we so ill
Heaven knows we love the thrill
No, I don’t wanna play the part
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody (Mula)
I just wanna dance with somebody
It could be anybody, tell me, are you that somebody? Don’t matter who you are, just love me the way I are
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody Don’t matter who you are, just love me the way I are
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody
But I could never ever dance like Bobby
You can dance, I’mma watch your body
I just wanna stand right behind it
I just want a chance with somebody
Pop a couple xans with somebody
Every time she dance it’s exotic
Throw a bunch of bands arms get tired
I’m the God I just want a goddess
Gotta use a bedroom for a closet
Got a whole bedroom, on the private
I know her body inside, out science
Kiss both boobs right before I sign ’em
Can’t dance but kinda grind ’em
Yeah, I be right behind her, spinal
We can turn this dance floor to a island
I just wanna dance with somebody (Mula)
I just wanna dance with somebody
It could be anybody, tell me, are you that somebody? I’m sorry, I’m not the most pretty
I’ll never ever sing like Whitney
Ooh, but I still wanna dance with somebody (Tunechi)
So lets let all hearts bleed, ’til they turn to rust
Gonna live it up, ’cause it’s dangerous
No, I don’t wanna play the part (Amen)
I just wanna dance with somebody (Amen)
I just wanna dance with somebody (yeah)
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody
It could be anybody, tell me, are you that somebody? (Tunechi)
Don’t matter who you are, just love me the way I are
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody
It could be anybody, tell me, are you that somebody?

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Bebe Rexha – What I Want (All Your Fault Pt. 2 Clean Version EP)

(Tunechi)
Don’t matter who you are, just love me the way I are
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody
It could be anybody, tell me, are you that somebody? (Tunechi)
Don’t matter who you are, just love me the way I are
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody
Bloody noses, speeding cars
Lethal doses, desperate hearts
Roll it up ’cause we so ill
Heaven knows we love the thrill
No, I don’t wanna play the part
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody (Mula)
I just wanna dance with somebody
It could be anybody, tell me, are you that somebody? Don’t matter who you are, just love me the way I are
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody
But I could never ever dance like Bobby
You can dance, I’mma watch your body
I just wanna stand right behind it
I just want a chance with somebody
Pop a couple xans with somebody
Every time she dance it’s exotic
Throw a bunch of bands arms get tired
I’m the God I just want a goddess
Gotta use a bedroom for a closet
Got a whole bedroom, on the private
I know her body inside, out science
Kiss both boobs right before I sign ’em
Can’t dance but kinda grind ’em
Yeah, I be right behind her, spinal
We can turn this dance floor to a island
I just wanna dance with somebody (Mula)
I just wanna dance with somebody
It could be anybody, tell me, are you that somebody? I’m sorry, I’m not the most pretty
I’ll never ever sing like Whitney
Ooh, but I still wanna dance with somebody (Tunechi)
So lets let all hearts bleed, ’til they turn to rust
Gonna live it up, ’cause it’s dangerous
No, I don’t wanna play the part (Amen)
I just wanna dance with somebody (Amen)
I just wanna dance with somebody (yeah)
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody
It could be anybody, tell me, are you that somebody? Don’t matter who you are, just love me the way I are
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody

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Bebe Rexha – That’s It (feat. Gucci Mane & 2 Chainz) (All Your Fault Pt. 2 Clean Version EP)

(Tunechi)
Don’t matter who you are, just love me the way I are
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody
It could be anybody, tell me, are you that somebody? Don’t matter who you are, just love me the way I are
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody
But I could never ever dance like Bobby
You can dance, I’mma watch your body
I just wanna stand right behind it
I just want a chance with somebody
Pop a couple xans with somebody
Every time she dance it’s exotic
Throw a bunch of bands arms get tired
I’m the God I just want a goddess
Gotta use a bedroom for a closet
Got a whole bedroom, on the private
I know her body inside, out science
Kiss both boobs right before I sign ’em
Can’t dance but kinda grind ’em
Yeah, I be right behind her, spinal
We can turn this dance floor to a island
I just wanna dance with somebody (Mula)
I just wanna dance with somebody
It could be anybody, tell me, are you that somebody? Don’t matter who you are, just love me the way I are
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody (Tunechi)
Don’t matter who you are, just love me the way I are
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody
Bloody noses, speeding cars
Lethal doses, desperate hearts
Roll it up ’cause we so ill
Heaven knows we love the thrill
No, I don’t wanna play the part
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody (Mula)
I just wanna dance with somebody
It could be anybody, tell me, are you that somebody? I’m sorry, I’m not the most pretty
I’ll never ever sing like Whitney
Ooh, but I still wanna dance with somebody (Tunechi)
So lets let all hearts bleed, ’til they turn to rust
Gonna live it up, ’cause it’s dangerous
No, I don’t wanna play the part (Amen)
I just wanna dance with somebody (Amen)
I just wanna dance with somebody (yeah)
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody
It could be anybody, tell me, are you that somebody?

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MoneyBagg Yo – Right Now (Federal 3X Album)

[Intro]
I’m counting faces, ducking cases
I’m seeing new shit, I’m traveling places
I’m counting faces, ducking cases
I’m seeing new shit, I’m traveling places
[Chorus]
I’m pourin’ up lean, I’m throwin’ back pills, I’m deep in the field right now
I’m thinkin’ ’bout niggas I lost, I wish they could see how I live right now
I come from the bottom, I could’ve got shot up, thank god I’m here right
I’m rockin’ red bottoms and you so beneath me, I know you can see ’em right now
It’s just me and my niggas and that’s how I feel right now
I don’t fuck with you period and that’s how it is right now
All this pain I got in me, I’m holding back tears right now
It’s just me and my niggas and that’s how I feel right now
[Verse 1]
Thinkin’ ’bout my nigga that’s incarcerated
Before I did he said I’ll make it
I had big dreams, he know I’ll chase ’em
Told me don’t rush it, just have patience
Only drink heavy, hear it in my conversation
I get at the paper with no limitations
Only fuck with my niggas, I’m segregated
They’ll knock that shit off with no hesitation right now
I’m on my high horse shit right now
You the asphalt, I’m in the sky
All you seen was a foreign machine
If I pull off and ride by right now
I ain’t got one, I got two bitches right now
One of ’em say that she doin’ me right now
Other one don’t know what to do with me right now, right now, right now
I’m counting faces, ducking cases
I’m seeing new shit, I’m traveling places
The bitches I’m fuckin’ ain’t no basic
I’m draped in this Gucci, Rachel Davis, yeah
My Rollie be flooded with carats right now
I feel a lil jazzy right now
I’m fuckin’ the baddest right now
She callin’ me zaddy right now, hey

[Chorus]
I’m pourin’ up lean, I’m throwin’ back pills, I’m deep in the field right now
I’m thinkin’ ’bout niggas I lost, I wish they could see how I live right now
I come from the bottom, I could’ve got shot up, thank god I’m here right
I’m rockin’ red bottoms and you so beneath me, I know you can see ’em right now
It’s just me and my niggas and that’s how I feel right now
I don’t fuck with you period and that’s how it is right now
All this pain I got in me, I’m holding back tears right now
It’s just me and my niggas and that’s how I feel right now
[Verse 2]
When I be on the road and I look out the window I be thinkin’ ’bout Sleepy and Lo
I be thinkin’ ’bout where I was at ‘fore I started gettin’ 20K for a show
I’m in position right now
So I chop up the check with my woes
We got millionaire squad goals
And we not fallin’ out ’bout these hoes, for real
They label me the hottest in it right now
They probably mad ’cause I’m winning right now
Or ’cause I’m ballin’ and they benchin’ right now
I’m grippin’ the semi for tension right now
Your bitch feel me and she with me right now
You tip her but she say I do it better
I’m like fuck a purse, diamonds are forever
Got her shining hard, padded leather, ooh
I ain’t gon’ lie, right now I’m on a couple drugs
Got me super geeked up
I walk to the car while I’m clutching my heater
’cause niggas want stripes like a pair of Adidas
Won’t get ’em off me though
I’m sending shots out, DJ
Now it’s holes in your shirt like Kanye West clothes
I’m solid as they come, I’ll never fold

[Chorus]
I’m pourin’ up lean, I’m throwin’ back pills, I’m deep in the field right now
I’m thinkin’ ’bout niggas I lost, I wish they could see how I live right now
I come from the bottom, I could’ve got shot up, thank god I’m here right
I’m rockin’ red bottoms and you so beneath me, I know you can see ’em right now
It’s just me and my niggas and that’s how I feel right now
I don’t fuck with you period and that’s how it is right now
All this pain I got in me, I’m holding back tears right now
It’s just me and my niggas and that’s how I feel right now

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MoneyBagg Yo – Hoe House (Federal 3X Album)

[Chorus]
I issue dope out of my ho house
I count money and blow smoke out
I fuck groupies, I sell shows out
I lost niggas, I pour more out
Ain’t your business, stay in your lane
Ayy don’t speak on shit you don’t know ’bout
All that back and forth talkin’
If it’s real beef then shots gos out, yeah
That’s just how I feel about it, that’s just how I’m feelin’
I’m cruisin’ the foreign with some bunnies, drop the ceiling
Ho callin’ my phone, talkin’ ’bout time, you ain’t mine
Niggas tryna get with the gang, nah, you ain’t my kind
[Verse 1]
You ain’t my kind, pussy stand in line
Don’t call my phone, when you do I hit decline
See shots gon’ go out, they gon’ ask me ’bout my whereabouts
I was at my ho house with my dick all in that ho mouth
Icebox got my wrist froze, on me seafood, I’m at Pappadeaux
I got my lil young bitch, mouth wide open, trap don’t ever close
I got my lil niggas on some hot shit, ridin’ with dracos
If they catch a charge don’t worry ’bout it, bonds I make those
Thumbin’ through these pesos in the bando with Big Dandro
I went crazy in Guns N Ammo, I must think I’m Rambo
Through money, guns, and crime, BGE, yeah that’s my famo
I handle wicks like a candle
Pull a drive-by out a Lambo

[Chorus]
I issue dope out of my ho house
I count money and blow smoke out
I fuck groupies, I sell shows out
I lost niggas, I pour more out
Ain’t your business, stay in your lane
Ayy don’t speak on shit you don’t know ’bout
All that back and forth talkin’
If it’s real beef then shots gos out, yeah
That’s just how I feel about it, that’s just how I’m feelin’
I’m cruisin’ the foreign with some bunnies, drop the ceiling
Ho callin’ my phone, talkin’ ’bout time, you ain’t mine
Niggas tryna get with the gang, nah, you ain’t my kind
[Verse 2]
Indictment time, niggas out here droppin’ dimes
I’m somewhere layin’ low with my feet up on recline
Don’t pay no mind, I’m just worried ’bout me and mine
You wasn’t straight from the start
You a fraud, I peeped the signs
You lil niggas so behind
You need to catch up like Heinz
Diamonds, ooh they shinin’
Invested fifty in my time
I walk in Christian Loub’s, spike on my shoe like porcupine
Hitters in the trap spot, holdin’ choppers, lookin’ out blinds, yeah
I’m on the grind, ooh I been runnin’ up iron, yeah
My watch ain’t regular, I got them pointers in mine
I got a ho that’s a dime, she never get out of line
She know if she say the wrong thing or speak out of turn
She can get fired
[Chorus]
I issue dope out of my ho house
I count money and blow smoke out
I fuck groupies, I sell shows out
I lost niggas, I pour more out
Ain’t your business, stay in your lane
Ayy don’t speak on shit you don’t know ’bout
All that back and forth talkin’
If it’s real beef then shots gos out, yeah
That’s just how I feel about it, that’s just how I’m feelin’
I’m cruisin’ the foreign with some bunnies, drop the ceiling
Ho callin’ my phone, talkin’ ’bout time, you ain’t mine
Niggas tryna get with the gang, nah, you ain’t my kind

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MoneyBagg Yo – Lately (Federal 3X Album)

[Intro]
Lately, lately
Ugh, yeah, ugh
Federal flow
[Chorus]
Just had a fallout with my nigga so it’s been fuck him lately
Tryna make everybody happy, shit gonna run me crazy
I’m still prepared for the worst, keep a strap on me daily
It’s just me against the world, how a nigga been feeling lately
Lately, I ain’t been lettin’ nothin’ faze me
Lately, I been countin’ money on the daily
Lately, I been fuckin’ bitches that ain’t basic
Lately, I been servin’ patients, ducking cases
[Verse 1]
As soon as I walk in, don’t do the talkin’
I’m knowin’ she gon’ be ready
I’m livin’ the thug life
Scarf tatted around my head like 2Pac Makiavelli
My pockets on fat, I’m playin’ with them racks
So I’m feelin’ extra heavy
I’m surrounded in ice, plus I got the stick on me
You can call me Wayne Gretzky
Lately, lately, I been drippin’ that sauce like gravy
Quarter mil on me, two eighty
Ain’t a thing on me fugazi, yeah
Lately, lately, ain’t gon’ lie, man shit been crazy
Broke the news to my bitch, I just had another baby yeah

[Chorus]
Just had a fallout with my nigga so it’s been fuck him lately
Tryna make everybody happy, shit gonna run me crazy
I’m still prepared for the worst, keep a strap on me daily
It’s just me against the world, how a nigga been feeling lately
Lately, I ain’t been lettin’ nothin’ faze me
Lately, I been countin’ money on the daily
Lately, I been fuckin’ bitches that ain’t basic
Lately, I been servin’ patients, ducking cases
[Verse 2]
Lately I been buckin’
Strap out all in public
Smokin’ pressure, runnin’ red lights
Attitude on fuck it
All my ice on, better not tuck it
I’m scratching off that ‘Tussin
I got folks tryna come ’round that I didn’t hear from when I was nothin’
Just had to cut my bitch off, she was doin’ way too much
How you gon’ fuck with a nigga that ain’t even got your trust
Got niggas out here think I owe ’em, get it in blood
Ain’t got no love for a dud, try me you gon’ catch a slug
[Chorus]
Just had a fallout with my nigga so it’s been fuck him lately
Tryna make everybody happy, shit gonna run me crazy
I’m still prepared for the worst, keep a strap on me daily
It’s just me against the world, how a nigga been feeling lately
Lately, I ain’t been lettin’ nothin’ faze me
Lately, I been countin’ money on the daily
Lately, I been fuckin’ bitches that ain’t basic
Lately, I been servin’ patients, ducking cases, lately

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MoneyBagg Yo – Mad Face Sad Face (Federal 3X Album)

[Verse 1]
I pull up asking questions like what the business is
Is this a game or is this shit for real? Even though she mad she still gon’ fuck me still
Ain’t gotta ask no questions, all my diamonds real, hey
And I don’t drink that drank unless I pop the seal
And don’t compare me to no local, I got global skills
If it’s pressure, let me know
If it ain’t then let it go
Smokin’ pressure with your ho
Get her high than burn her out
[Chorus]
I left her with the mad face, sad face
I’m the hottest in this shit, can’t be replaced
I hopped out the Aston then hopped in Wraith
I’m out the hood but my swag outer space
Bitch askin’ questions like are you okay? Daisy
Boy take this shit off, you fugazi
It just me, a kush blunt, cup of lean in the booth
Pussy nigga I’m the truth
I’m actin’ like I never had shit
Drivin’ the coupe, throwin’ money out the roof
She call me over, I’m smashing
Then I go poof, I got too much shit to do
The pieces I’m rocking expensive
Wet like a pool, shitted on ’em, number two

[Chorus]
Mad face, sad face
I’m the hottest in this shit, can’t be replaced
I go federal, federal, might catch me a case
I just might up the burner on my waist
I just might wig and just spray the whole place
I want the money with Ben on the face
Mad face, sad face
I’m the hottest in this shit, can’t be replaced
Mad face, sad face
I’m the hottest in this shit, can’t be replaced, hey I’ma post in it
You ain’t shit nigga, you a bitch nigga
Fuck you and everybody you with nigga
Ice on my neck and my fist nigga
Look at Mario, he a rich nigga
And I don’t diss, I make statements
Play with me, shit gon’ get crazy
The lean got me drivin’ Ms. I’m like hold up, hold up, bitch stay in your place
[Verse 2]
Now everybody wanna hate and diss
Everybody wanna reminisce
Back when a nigga wasn’t havin’ shit
They tried to ask for shit and I wouldn’t give ’em shit
You wasn’t fucked up, you wasn’t broke with me
Table YG, they on go with me
Got on Tino shoes and a coat with it
Where your hood at?

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MoneyBagg Yo – Reckless (feat. Youngboy Never Broke Again) (Federal 3X Album)

Turn up at the party, you know I success that
Bitch textin’ me, tryna see where I be at
I told her I’m headed wherever the check is
She said when you comin’ back to where I live? Before I walk in I’m like where the perps at? [Intro: MoneyBagg Yo]
Like, yeah
Ayy see
See I’m a young nigga with this paper, you know what I’m sayin’
I ain’t gon’ even lie, like
Sometimes it get to me, you know what I’m sayin’? [Chorus: MoneyBagg Yo]
I just popped a bean, I just threw my neck back
I’m in the latest machine, I hope I don’t wreck it
Bitch threaten me like she gon’ leave (bye bye)
Cool, ain’t gon’ sweat that
You ain’t never got no time for me
I hate when she text that
I just got flagged by the law, I just had a minor setback
Hundred hundred with my dogs
Ten-oh-four, I’m like bet that, ayy
I met the paper, I met that
Neck and my wrist is on wet wet
At the crib, pour where the jet’s at (where the Lear at?)
Name one thing I ain’t best at
[Verse 1: MoneyBagg Yo]
I just hit me a lick, I just stretched that
I’m on pills in the foreign, I might wreck that
I just copped an AP, I love how it shine
I ain’t took the time to set that
All my young niggas still on that hot shit
I can’t fuck with you, you on that opp shit
All that hatin’ shit, that ain’t gon’ stop shit
I be fly like dude in the cockpit
She textin’ me talkin’ ’bout she want better
She wanna come ’round but I won’t let her
This money got these niggas so jealous
But I keep them straps like Margiellas, hey
Still making sales, fuck 12
If I get caught I make bail (federal)
Pull up servin’ with the tags out
Still got the bales out the schoolhouse
Three shows one night, that’s a paycheck
I just hopped off a Lear G5 jet
Vibin’, stylin’, profilin’
Bad bitch with me, she red like Hi-Tech (red like drank)
Hold up, she might be bad but she don’t listen
Always talkin’ ’bout other bitches (god damn ho)
Send my lil niggas on a mission
I got that power like Fifty

[Chorus: MoneyBagg Yo]
I just popped a bean, I just threw my neck back
I’m in the latest machine, I hope I don’t wreck it
Bitch threaten me like she gon’ leave (bye bye)
Cool, ain’t gon’ sweat that
You ain’t never got no time for me
I hate when she text that
I just got flagged by the law, I just had a minor setback
Hundred hundred with my dogs
Ten-oh-four, I’m like bet that, ayy
I met the paper, I met that
Neck and my wrist is on wet wet
At the crib, pour where the jet’s at (where the Lear at?)
Name one thing I ain’t best at
[Verse 2: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Flight up to Cali, you know that I bet that
Pull up, show my ass, I’m like where the check at? You need to find you a new me, you lil bitch ass (bitch)
Don’t fuck with me, then say that
Bitch, then say that
I chauffeur my car, in the back of the Maybach
(I chauffeur my car, in the back of the Maybach)
Don’t fix your mouth to say what you gon’ do
I told a ho bitch you know I don’t play that
I walk around with a whole lot of money
Four of your boyfriends couldn’t even make that, ho

[Chorus: MoneyBagg Yo]
I just popped a bean, I just threw my neck back
I’m in the latest machine, I hope I don’t wreck it
Bitch threaten me like she gon’ leave (bye bye)
Cool, ain’t gon’ sweat that
You ain’t never got no time for me
I hate when she text that
I just got flagged by the law, I just had a minor setback
Hundred hundred with my dogs
Ten-oh-four, I’m like bet that, ayy
I met the paper, I met that
Neck and my wrist is on wet wet
At the crib, pour where the jet’s at (where the Lear at?)
Name one thing I ain’t best at

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MoneyBagg Yo – Mind Frame (Federal 3X Album)

[Chorus]
Reminiscing ’bout my niggas that done died man
Goin’ through pictures and it’s fuckin’ up my mind-frame
Thinkin’ back when we was broke but we still maintained
Accepting calls from my niggas in the chain gang
His first offense, judge gave him all that time man
He in there buckin’ and it’s fuckin’ up his mind-frame
His bitch real bad and treatin’ him bad like she don’t know the man
I run with shooters and it’s murder on they mind-frame, hey
[Verse 1]
Thinkin’ ’bout you as I’m scrolling through my call log
Your number still in my contact but I can’t call y’all
Lost my niggas to the streets and it wasn’t even worth it
Tray-Tray, Lil Mafia, Lil Corey, and J Money, that hurt me, hey
Free Big Larry and every nigga that went fed man
Wouldn’t wish that time on nobody, fuck what they said man
Wouldn’t ever beef, I just bossed up and did my own thing
I saw my vision, I painted it, made my own lane, hey
Shawty fucked one of my niggas in my circle
I wanted to spazz, I wanted to crash, I wanted to hurt her
I had to learn hoes gon’ be hoes, nobody perfect
Cut from a real nigga cloth, I’m fuck shit allergic
They say my nigga killed my nigga so my mind-frame fucked up
I won’t put my trust in no one but this Glock on me with one up
I was posted with them packs on me all light until the sun up
Don’t fall for nothin’, always stand up, that’s how I’m gon’ raise my sons up hey
[Chorus]
Reminiscing ’bout my niggas that done died man
Goin’ through pictures and it’s fuckin’ up my mind-frame
Thinkin’ back when we was broke but we still maintained
Accepting calls from my niggas in the chain gang
His first offense, judge gave him all that time man
He in there buckin’ and it’s fuckin’ up his mind-frame
His bitch real bad and treatin’ him bad like she don’t know the man
I run with shooters and it’s murder on they mind-frame, hey
[Verse 2]
Niggas out here sending threats so it’s murder on my dome
They gon’ pull up and just hop out, we don’t send no shots on songs
My son mama say I’m wrong, she got that lil girl mind-frame
She ain’t built for this lifestyle, she cannot take what come with fame
I just sent my nigga a pack to penitentiary, now he straight
‘Cause my lil homie lawyer paid in full, know he beat the case
Took my nigga out the hood, showed him the world got more to offer
In Miami with the Dolphins, BGE ’til we in coffins
Mind-frame on I don’t care
Glock nineteen, I’m so aware
You can look and you can stare
It’s blood on me, you touch a hair
Niggas crossed me, said fuck me
Showed me really what it was
Now they callin’, tryna talk
But I can’t reimburse that love, nah
[Chorus]
Reminiscing ’bout my niggas that done died man
Goin’ through pictures and it’s fuckin’ up my mind-frame
Thinkin’ back when we was broke but we still maintained
Accepting calls from my niggas in the chain gang
His first offense, judge gave him all that time man
He in there buckin’ and it’s fuckin’ up his mind-frame
His bitch real bad and treatin’ him bad like she don’t know the man
I run with shooters and it’s murder on they mind-frame, hey

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MoneyBagg Yo – Side B! $#Es (Federal 3X Album)

(just answer that)
Do whatever I say like my side ho (damn bitch)
Ride or die like my side ho (woo)
See that’s why side bitches winnin’
(And I know I might sound fucked up)
See that’s why side bitches winnin’
(You gotta understand your security, you know)
See that’s why side bitches winnin’
(I’m a little fucked up though)
See that’s why side bitches winnin’
Side bitch winning, hey
[Verse 1]
Sun out, broke the foreign out, it’s a Monday
Hollered at my baby mamas, make sure that my kids straight
Smashin’ off, doin’ the dash boy, headed to Cathy’s house
I thought I was on to somethin’ but that bitch like to run her house
Cut her off, headed to the Nawf, picked up Tracy ‘nem
Rachet ass bitches like to fuck me while I’m tapin’ them
Text message from my old bitch, she on some old shit
Think her name was Kristen and she said she miss her old dick
Oh shit, why you can’t fuck like Ayesha
I got her name in my phone under Water
The pussy so clean I might eat her
Dropped my son off at the schoolhouse, end up fuckin’ his teacher
Kameisha like to smoke my reefer
And ask for hundred dollar sneakers

[Chorus]
When I’m sleep I can’t sleep at night (why?)
She wakin’ me up, tryna fight (damn)
Cracked the code to my phone (why the fuck you do that?)
Causin’ problems in my life
Why you can’t act like my side ho? (just answer that)
Do whatever I say like my side ho (damn bitch)
Ride or die like my side ho (woo)
See that’s why side bitches winnin’
(And I know I might sound fucked up)
See that’s why side bitches winnin’
(You gotta understand your security, you know)
See that’s why side bitches winnin’
(I’m a little fucked up though)
See that’s why side bitches winnin’
Side bitch winning, hey [Chorus]
When I’m sleep I can’t sleep at night (why?)
She wakin’ me up, tryna fight (damn)
Cracked the code to my phone (why the fuck you do that?)
Causin’ problems in my life
Why you can’t act like my side ho? (why you can’t?)
Why you can’t fuck like my side ho? (why you can’t?)
Why you can’t fuck like my side ho? (why you can’t?)
Why you can’t fuck like my side ho? (just answer that)
Do whatever I say like my side ho (damn bitch)
Ride or die like my side ho (woo)
See that’s why side bitches winnin’
(And I know I might sound fucked up)
See that’s why side bitches winnin’
(You gotta understand your security, you know)
See that’s why side bitches winnin’
(I’m a little fucked up though)
See that’s why side bitches winnin’
Side bitch winning, hey
[Verse 2]
My lil rachet bitch come and eat the dick, come and please a nigga
Hood ho get food stamps, she gon’ fuck and feed a nigga
Classy bitch, never ask for shit, she don’t need a nigga
Young ho, real playful bitch, like a teaser nigga
Rhonda, she a monster, we havin’ funds up
Every time we link, pills and dick go down her tonsils
But I be on chill with Lisa
She always ask for a feature
She so cool, she so trill
I help her out on her bills
I can’t forget about Amber
She hold the work and the hammer
Sometimes I hit her and talk ’bout my problems
She think she got all the answers
CeCe like to fuck me and the gang
She got a think for the clique
Crystal callin’ back to back
Damn, she got a thing for the dick

[Chorus]
When I’m sleep I can’t sleep at night (why?)
She wakin’ me up, tryna fight (damn)
Cracked the code to my phone (why the fuck you do that?)
Causin’ problems in my life
Why you can’t act like my side ho?

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MoneyBagg Yo – On Me (Federal 3X Album)

[Intro]
I just wake up and get my day started like this here
This how I do this shit fool
[Chorus]
All this money got these bitches on me, on me, on me
They like fleas, I can’t get ’em off me, off me, off me
Diamonds on me flash like paparazzi, ‘razzi, ‘razzi
Million dollar man, Ted DiBiase, ‘ase, ‘ase
In the club posted with my homies, homies, homies
Check on me just like Michael Conley, Conley, Conley
If I sneeze they might catch a homi, homi, homi
Too much drank and weed, I feel like a zombie, zombie, zombie
[Verse 1]
My car ain’t got no key, you got to push start it
Pull up in a foreign and valet park it
I’m somewhere in Memphis at a day party
Security trippin’ at the door, we had to Bogard it
Boy your swag on fufu like the free market
I been doin’ this sauce shit since Ed Hardy
He froze up in the action, he a choke artist
My nigga ‘dem don’t miss shit, they scope artists
I need a bitch like Kash Doll, a black barbie
If this rap shit today, on Black I’m back robbin’
All these narcotics I’m takin’ got my head naughty
She eatin’ the dick while bumpin’ me, I got her head nodding

[Chorus]
All this money got these bitches on me, on me, on me
They like fleas, I can’t get ’em off me, off me, off me
Diamonds on me flash like paparazzi, ‘razzi, ‘razzi
Million dollar man, Ted DiBiase, ‘ase, ‘ase
In the club posted with my homies, homies, homies
Check on me just like Michael Conley, Conley, Conley
If I sneeze they might catch a homi, homi, homi
Too much drank and weed, I feel like a zombie, zombie, zombie
[Verse 2]
My homies gangster, uh-huh
I’m talkin’ dangerous, uh-huh
They don’t post no fuckin’ pictures of no bangers, uh-huh
They won’t go to court and point no fuckin’ fingers, uh-huh
In the trenches with ’em, don’t give a fuck ’cause I’m famous, uh-huh
Drop him where he stand, burn him like a tan
They gon’ do it for me, just on my command
Shawty thick as fuck, I wanna get in her pants
She got a man but tonight he ain’t in her plans
Let me show you why the call me MoneyBagg, hundred K large in a Gucci duffle
I got a real check on me, pockets I stuff ’em, hope I don’t bust ’em
Saint Laurents when I walk
You ain’t got these ’cause these here custom
Hittin’ your bitch from the back on the dresser last night
I fucked around scuffed ’em, damn

[Chorus]
All this money got these bitches on me, on me, on me
They like fleas, I can’t get ’em off me, off me, off me
Diamonds on me flash like paparazzi, ‘razzi, ‘razzi
Million dollar man, Ted DiBiase, ‘ase, ‘ase
In the club posted with my homies, homies, homies
Check on me just like Michael Conley, Conley, Conley
If I sneeze they might catch a homi, homi, homi
Too much drank and weed, I feel like a zombie, zombie, zombie

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MoneyBagg Yo – Foreal (Federal 3X Album)

[Chorus]
I’m on them drugs for real
Ran off on the plug for real
You run up, I up for real
I came up from nothin’ for real
I walk in the mall, spend 200K
I blew a deal for real
Twenty-five hundred, a pint of that Act
I’m on that mud for real
I’m on them drugs for real
Ran off on the plug for real
You run up, I up for real
I came up from nothin’ for real
I walk in the mall, spend 200K
I blew a deal for real
Twenty-five hundred, a pint of that Act
I’m on that mud for real
[Verse 1]
Yeah, I’m poppin’ pills like I’m ill
The drank better come with a seal
Shawty was blessed with some skills
She got me open for real
I told her thirty in the rocks
I’ma blow it, I ain’t boxin’
Twelve pull me over, they ain’t finding shit
I had the pack in my boxers
I got a Cali plug in the heels
He got the best deal for real
Before I was rappin’ I really was trappin’
I made them plays in the field
Now I’m poppin’ bottles and my bitches models
I’m on them drugs at Liv (Miami)
Ain’t talkin’ ’bout Meek, I want mils
The ice on me give her the chills
I gave her a xanny, she took off her panties
And got down and made the dick vanish
I threw back a viking, the soda I’m spiking it
I’m on a whole ‘nother planet

[Chorus]
I’m on them drugs for real
Ran off on the plug for real
You run up, I up for real
I came up from nothin’ for real
I walk in the mall, spend 200K
I blew a deal for real
Twenty-five hundred, a pint of that Act
I’m on that mud for real
I’m on them drugs for real
Ran off on the plug for real
You run up, I up for real
I came up from nothin’ for real
I walk in the mall, spend 200K
I blew a deal for real
Twenty-five hundred, a pint of that Act
I’m on that mud for real
[Verse 2]
I’m on that drank like it’s NyQuil
I’m high as fuck from last night still
I’m back to back with them pills
Ugh ugh, like my ad-libs
When you see me scratchin’, tryna get it together
I been fuckin’ with the yellow
I need some water to hydrate
’cause I’m on both like Drake
We get high as fuck in my Sprinter
I walk to my shows late
She snorted so much dope off the plate
It made her nose ache
My nigga Don trappin’ so hard out the vacants
They got them good rates
I got out of there on the plug, ayy
Got a new one the same day
Yeah I put the codeine on top of the Slushie
It gave me brain freeze
I’m on them perks, lean, and the weed
I call it my main squeeze

[Chorus]
I’m on them drugs for real
Ran off on the plug for real
You run up, I up for real
I came up from nothin’ for real
I walk in the mall, spend 200K
I blew a deal for real
Twenty-five hundred, a pint of that Act
I’m on that mud for real
I’m on them drugs for real
Ran off on the plug for real
You run up, I up for real
I came up from nothin’ for real
I walk in the mall, spend 200K
I blew a deal for real
Twenty-five hundred, a pint of that Act
I’m on that mud for real

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MoneyBagg Yo – Insecure (Federal 3X Album)

I told you I’d always be here, here
Why you act like you ain’t sure ’bout it? Why you gotta be insecure-cure? [Verse 2]
Why you always actin’ mad? Keep all your friends out your ear
How you gon’ let ’em comment on your situation when they shit ain’t secure
Just to be real with you, mad ass hoes probably wish they were here
They see how you livin’, they see how you ridin’
Takin’ trips and hop on the Lear
Why you gotta be insecure-cure? [Intro]
Hello? Why you gotta be insecure ’bout it? I told you I’d always be here, here
Why you act like you ain’t sure ’bout it? I told you I’d always be here, here
Why you act like you ain’t sure ’bout it? why the fuck is you just on the phone
You is not at the motherfuckin’ studio, like
Quit playin’ with me
I’m finna FaceTime you right now
Answer your FaceTime
[Chorus]
Why you gotta be insecure? I told you I’d always be here, here
Why you act like you ain’t sure ’bout it? Why you gotta be insecure ’bout it? Keep all your friends out your ear
How you gon’ let ’em comment on your situation when they shit ain’t secure
Just to be real with you, mad ass hoes probably wish they were here
They see how you livin’, they see how you ridin’
Takin’ trips and hop on the Lear
Why you gotta be insecure-cure? Why you gotta be insecure-cure? I told you I’d always be here, here
Why you act like you ain’t sure ’bout it? Why you gotta be insecure ’bout it? [Verse 1]
Let me just make this shit clear, clear
I fuck with you tough, I’m for sure ’bout it
Can’t believe everything that you hear, hear
You gotta stay away from everybody
I got you ridin’ in the year, year
I went and copped you that new Audi
You stayed down, put up with my shit
Back when a nigga was nobody
You gotta accept all the flaws that come with me
I’m tryna build, I ain’t tryna lose ya
You gotta understand bitches tryna trick ya out spot
By spreading the rumors
You so insecure to the point I want cut you off
Every time I leave you think I’m fuckin’ off
I’m goin’ out the same way a nigga came in
Hard, like you ain’t got nothin’ soft
When you in your feelings I give you the dick
Hopin’ it make the situation better
I know this shit new or whatever
But you gotta understand I’m on a whole ‘nother level
How you gon’ criticize my love for you
Bought this out the mall, blew a dub on you
That’s the real me when I hug on you
I fuck with you heavy, ain’t no sub in you, hey

[Chorus]
Why you gotta be insecure? I told you I’d always be here, here
Why you act like you ain’t sure ’bout it? Why you gotta be insecure ’bout it? Always bringin’ up my past
You in your feelings ’bout a ho that don’t matter
Know that I’ll give you my last
Your sister and cousin all in your business
Like girl quit fuckin’ with Bagg
I seen him out of town with another bitch and she don’t look shit like your ass
You gotta ignore the rumors
Can’t let this shit sit on your mind-frame
You got to know when I say it I mean it
I ain’t just playin’ no mind games
You gotta understand I run the streets and shit
‘Cause that’s what I’m accustomed to
I fly you out, thousand dollar flights
First class, just to get close to you
Shit, like I wanna have fun with you
Do shit I never really done with you
You never think to spend time with me
You give these other hoes the attention
I pick you up to slide and vibe
And go wherever that the money gon’ take us
Together we strong, you know them folks hate us
So whatever don’t break us, it’s just gon’ make us

[Chorus]
Why you gotta be insecure? Keep all your friends out your ear
How you gon’ let ’em comment on your situation when they shit ain’t secure
Just to be real with you, mad ass hoes probably wish they were here
They see how you livin’, they see how you ridin’
Takin’ trips and hop on the Lear
Why you gotta be insecure-cure? Why you gotta be insecure ’bout it? Why you gotta be insecure ’bout it? Why you gotta be insecure-cure?