[Intro]
Rack rack city bitch [repeat]
Mugga on the beat
[Verse 1]
Rack city bitch Rack Rack city bitch
Ten ten ten twenties on ya titties bitch
100 deep V.I.P. no guest list
T-Raw you don't know who you fucking wit?
Got my other bitch fucking wit my other bitch
Fucking all night nigga we ain't celibate
Make it sound too dope I ain't selling it
Bar fresher than a motherfucking peppermint
Gold leather man last king killing shit
Young money young money yeah we getting rich
Get ya grandma on my dick (ha ha)
Girl you know what it is
[Hook x2]
Rack city bitch Rack Rack city bitch [x3]
Ten ten ten twenties and them fifties bitch
[Verse 2]
I'mma motherfucking star (star)
Look at the paint on the car (car)
Too much rim make the ride too hard
Tell that bitch hop out, walk the boulevard
I need my money pronto
Get it in the morning like Alonzo
Rondo, Green got cheese like a nacho
If you ain't got no ass bitch wear a poncho
Head hancho got my seat back
Nigga staring at me don't get bapped
Got my shirt off the club too packed
It's too turned going up like gas
God damn pulled out my racks
Mike Mike Jackson nigga yeah I'm bad
Rat T-T-T-Tatted up on my back
All the hoes love me you know what it is
[Hook x2]
Rack city bitch Rack Rack city bitch [x3]
Ten ten ten twenties and them fifties bitch
[Outro x2]
Throwing hunnids hunnids
Hunnids hunnids
Throwing hunnids hunnids
Rack city bitch rack rack city bitch.
Hunnids hunnids
Throwing hunndids hunnids.
Hunnids hunnids
Rack city bitch rack rack city bitch.
[Intro]Hi, I'm looking for Molly
I've been searching everywhere
[Hook]And I can't seem to find
Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly
Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly
(Fucked around and fell in love with her)
[Verse 1: Tyga]Bands all in my dollars
I'm everywhere, wrist poppin'
Can't fall in love I got options
I'm high school that's college
King Gold Chains, that's Notre Dame
That green, yeah I got it
I show up in the party
Like where the fuck that molly
O-D we're O-G's
We don't fuck with no police
I'm too fly to be low key
Them 24 inch Kobes
All black that's Jodeci
She gimme pussy that's Josie
Broke niggas stop beggin' me
Cause that's the shit that I don't need
I'm swervin', I'm drivin'
Ain't got time to be tired
I'm super turnt, don't try me
Killin' yo mind off and fuckin' yo body
Bitch wanna flick, pose for my posse
Got too much shit to worry about gossip
I'm on a bad trip
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]Lil' bitch, my sanction is important
My new car's imported
My bank account is enormous
Weed so loud it's distorted
Got champagne and we pourin' it
She poppin' it and she snortin' it
My iPhone recordin' it, if I want it, I can afford it
Bitch I'm Young Khalifa, fillin' my lungs with reefer
Somewhere in the clouds, gotta press up to see us
I gotta whip so fast that I caught a ticket speedin'
And my bitch so bad that I'm never ever cheatin'
I might pull up in some shit that you've never ever seen
And if I said how much I made, then you won't even believe it
Me and T-Y gettin' gnarly when we pull up t
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Yeah, ugh
Started I was a zero
Just a fist full of tear
Just a pat and a pencil
[?] scribbled down my fears
Screaming out I'm ready to die
That's a lie. I ain't going nowhere
Till all my niggas get a Benz
I'm sitting in the crib with the miraculous view
I face time my little man, you know daddy miss you
But I gotta rock this tour and get this mortgage
Smile for us mama, then you show supportive
So make sure I'm cleared, no distortion
I know we used to argue but you'll always be important
Don't cry for me
Looking out the window, flying over Miami
All [?] prolly poppin' but I'm turned in my album
Get 'em need you when they ask
Who you got your style from?
You niggas make me laugh till I cry
Scared to use your voice, all you have is your sight
Our block is gon' blocked, our ballers gon' ball
Charge it to the game and get it in the lane and take the charge
Send me 2 and 10
I guess you can't win 'em all
Till my niggas hold on like you waiting on the car
And if you fall its my fault. She know I got you
You know I got you
You know I got you
Ugh you know I got you
I do it like I got to
Ugh you know I got you
Yeah you know I got you
You know I got you
I do it like I got to
Ugh, pressure make diamonds
I put pressure all the times
So, I'm always at the jeweler getting pressure all the time
Tom Ford, [?] happy to see me shine
Got me crying on your shoulder, Rawwest Nigga Alive
Superb, stand up guy. Toss nigga alive
GQ Party [?]
I had to show my mind
Pull up in the phantom, cameras know my car
Now you looking like me, bitch stole my look
Never played by the book
You see the shows our book
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Baby pass me the hookah
Baby pass me the hookah
Baby pass me the hookah
Baby pass me the hookah
Tan on the place imma rich nigga got your nailson my waist
Run up on me playin imma aim it at yor face
And i go for anybody, anyway eh
Im a rich blood by the way
And i dont have a swag roll it hard i can take
First scared i dot these bitches on the bay
Dont wanna talk wan they say i need some space
Woop Woop Woop
My new car get (Woop double) i just paint the car.
Now im runnin on the court
On the top imma put it on the rocks
Crawl walking hot got all these bitches shop
Hey so many whiter than my socks oh
i dont wanna talk it must walk it
Cloning yall nigga they see a flock
I buy paints by the two no prob.
Baby pass me the hookah (7x)
Pass me the hookah
Pass me the hookah
Pass me the hookah
Rubbin on my chain blowing cloudmatic
Smoke someshing with a gup in that ass backwards
Lay back relaх and talk mathematics
Later on we test a little sex practice
Write my name on the wall
Money and the matches she wanna get involved
She hop on the blunt stay with the hookah yall
I tell her pass back if the shit too strong.
Its all said mozart art on the block so wet
I got a while on her and i aint done yet
Looking at your future baby put down the gigarette
Come hop on this kush jet and take flight ya
Tell them bitches hmm fuck that
You were the light in bed i got that magic carpet
For that dash yes
Im oh so on one got to oh and zone me
Big homie young thug look up
Go roll in rolls royce so shorty.
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[Tyga]:
They say what goes around comes around
And i know i made mistakes and you forgave me how
I dont understand, you know im tryin the best i can
I guess its consequences when you dealing with sin
And even scarified your friends over me
All them nights in the club turn to nights with me
Its like the same old story out your diary
Memories never fade but in only time we'll see
Hope to see you with me cause...
[Hook] Chris Brown:
My heart beats for you when you are the one
Why you mad at me girl i know i make mistakes i know i fucked up
But my heart beats for you baby ima go and scream it loud
But if you leave its something i cant control
So lets do it one last time and fuck for the road
[Tyga];
Grippin and bitin remember the times after fightin
You said you love me i liked it became obsessed with the sexin
You screamin whos is it we naked
Im pullin your hair told you take it
A couple of shots now we faded
Don't even know we made it we home
Got that look in your eyes like hope you mines
Said you hoped the feelings real
Really tired of all the lies
One minute we fine then we not
Everything i do you cant but thats no reason for making mistakes
This time put it all on the plate
Told you we loyal spoil you never disown you
You get lonely when im tourin just hold it down be supportive
I'll be back in the morning that new purse you wanted
Whats good if you cant flaunt it (flaunt it) show it
Ain't the same better than the rest
And whats real love if you ain't got respect
And theres no way i can pay you back
But my plan is to make (make) you understand
Make you understand
[Hook] Chris Brown:
My heart beats for you when you are the one
Why you mad at me girl i kn
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[Verse 1: Tyga]
They say what goes around comes around
And I know I made mistakes and you forgave me how
I don't understand, you know I'm trying the best I can
I guess it's consequences when you dealing with sin
And even sacrificed your friends over me
All them nights in the club turn to nights with me
It's like the same old story out your diary
Memories never fade but only in time we'll see
Hope to see you with me cause...
[Hook: Chris Brown]
My heart beats for you, girl you know are the one
Are you mad at me, girl I know I made mistakes, I know I fucked up
But my heart beats for you baby I’mma go and scream it loud
But if you leave it's something I can't control
So let's do it one last time and fuck for the road
[Verse 2: Tyga]
Grabbing and biting, remember the times after fighting
You said you loved me, I liked it, became obsessed with the sexing
You screaming “who’s is it”, we naked
Now I'm pullin your hair told you take it
A couple of shots, now we faded
Don't even know we made it, we home
Got that look in your eyes like hope you mine
Said you hoped the feeling’s real
Really tired of all the lies
One minute we fine, then we not
Everything I do you can't but that's no reason for making mistakes
This time put it all on the plate
I, I told you be loyal, spoil you, never disown you
You get lonely when I'm touring just hold it down be supportive
I'll be back in the morning that new purse you wanted
What's good if you can't flaunt it (flaunt it), show it
Ain't the same, better than the rest
And what's real love if you ain't got respect?
And there's no way I can pay you back
But my plan is to make, make you understand
Make you understa
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I’m making money nigga erryday, erryday, erryday
She making promises erryday, erryday, erryday
I’m sipping somethin’ smoking mary jane, mary jane, erryday
Kilos of gold on erryday, erryday, it’s pay day
I’m making money nigga erryday, erryday, erryday
She making promises erryday, erryday, erryday
I’m sipping somethin’ smoking mary jane, mary jane, erryday
Kilos of gold on erryday, erryday, it’s pay day
Mozart with the Mulsanne
Most hated with the most chains
I'm polar bear on my ice game
You pointing fingers, someone to blame
I’m sick of shit, nigga, tired of liars
So high feel like dying
No reparations, no check for slavery
My current location somewhere in Vegas
Man I hope I make it, hope I make it
God's plan, not even you can save me
Can’t (?) baby, I'm a (?) baby
I need baby like a more baby
Need décor baby, my house amazin'
Went so low like a temptation
Shit gettin' rough, gotta be abrasive
Signs of things, gotta keep a banger
Fuck that, when you ends low can't trust nobody
My back against the wall and I don't fuck with nobody
Know somebody caught a body and he haunted, I don't want that
Count your blessings, stop complainin'
Be precision with your aimin'
Cause I'm
I’m making money nigga erryday, erryday, erryday
She making promises erryday, erryday, erryday
I’m sipping somethin’ smoking mary jane, mary jane, erryday
Kilos of gold on erryday, erryday, it’s pay day
I’m making money nigga erryday, erryday, erryday
She making promises erryday, erryday, erryday
I’m sipping somethin’ smoking mary jane, mary jane, erryday
Kilos of gold on erryday, erryday, it’s pay day
Chris Brown:
We poppin' like ayo
All my bitches got real hair chilling with the top down
Screaming like ayo
I'mma take her ass down when she bring her friend around
Poppin' booty like ayo
I'm a boogie ass nigga left the roof at home
We popping like ayo, ayo, ayo
But don't be acting like I need you
Tyga:
Ahhh! Aye babe this my new shit
I'm the black Richie Rich with the roof missing
If it don't make dollars it don't make sense
Z, wake up like I gotta get it
And I got a engine with a trunk space
I get money three ways, fucking bitches three ways
7 different foreigns plus she no hablé
But I make that bitch walk with some cheesecake
Yeah, I'm the coldest nigga, icy
Looking in the mirror like I wish I could be me
She too into me, I'm more into money
My hobby's her body, that pussy's my lobby
I'mma eat it, I'mma eat it
I don't lie, hold my dick, too conceited
Uh, told her she's my wife for the weekend
But don't be acting like I need you cause we poppin' like
Chris Brown:
We poppin' like ayo
All my bitches got real hair chilling with the top down
Screaming like ayo
I'mma take her ass down when she bring her friend around
Poppin' booty like ayo
I'm a boogie ass nigga left the roof at home
We popping like ayo, ayo, ayo
But don't be acting like I need you
Chris Brown:
I'm in a Rolls, you don't roll right
My chain shine brighter than a strobe light
I'm tryna fuck Coco, this don't concern Ice
If I motorboat, she gon' motorbike
A nigga ain't worried about nothin'
Rehabilitation just had me worried about fucking
Money, decision-making only worried about stunting
She worried about me, her nigga worrie
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T-raww, fuck y'all, money tall, dick large
Tiger in my backyard, bitches on my futon
Dog house, no dog, shootout, Chris Paul
Walking on the marble floor, take your fucking shoes off
Bitch this is fox fur, killing shit, fuck a hearse
I can show you my choopa works
She give me head, when my head hurt
Deep throat, till the bitch burp
Her best friend said let me at'em-Cousin Lurch
Smoking on that turf, get your feelings hurt
At your neck like a collared shirt, ball like a Nerf
Word, more green nigga than smoking pot
When I see more, I'm that horror from that little shop
Shop, butcher shop, open up your top
All you see is gold watch, Rolls Royce, road blocks
Sun roof, fogged out, chrome grill, gold mouth
Take a fuckin' look around
Bitch I'm all you need
Augh, I say fuck them other niggas, fuck them other niggas
Bitch I'm all you need
Augh, I'm the hottest nigga, all I do is turn up, bitch
500 degrees
Augh, I say fuck them other niggas, fuck them other niggas
Bitch I'm all you need
Augh, I'm the hottest nigga, all I do is turn up, Bitch
500 degrees
Thrilla manilla, I buy straight from the dealer
I'm politickin' in Paris, I'm buying statues and pillars
All from the Louvre nigga, mosaics from the museum
You niggas counting per diem, your bitch is in my DM
I never read'em, weak bitch probably get seasick
On the yacht eat shrimp, see my name on a blimp
It read T-Raww's a pimp
Nigga I ain't dancin' but my hand on my hip
Full clip, movie shit, Bruce Wayne, Alfred
Niggas want a verse, can't even get a ad-lib
I'm killing this shit, and I'm killing your mind
One verse at a time, the shivers are mine
I murdered this shit, just takin' my time
Babyface:
For as long as I loved you girl
That I gave you all my love
With all my heart and soul
I thought that I was be the one
But you didn't appreciate a single I do
You just left me with a broken heart
Didn’t you, didn’t you?
Toni:
I tried to tell you baby
Tried to tell you a thousand times
Ooh you wouldn’t listen baby
No matter how hard I tried
But you didn’t see the love
Was so in love with you
Then you went to break my heart
Didn’t you?
Where did we go wrong?
Is it all my fault?
Where did we go wrong?
Is it all my fault?
Babyface:
From the very start I was so into you
Ooh from the beginning I was so so feeling you
But you thought I cheated, that I played around on you
But didn’t you do the same, didn’t you, didn’t you?
Toni:
Ooh gotta tell you baby
I gotta let you know the deal
Ooh you drove first place baby
If we’re gonna keep it real
When you cheated, how you hurt my soul
Ooh you broke my heart, didn’t you?
Where did we go wrong?
Is it all my fault?
Where did we go wrong?
Is it all my fault?
Babyface:
I wish I would’ve listened
I wish I would’ve heard
Toni:
Ooh I wish I would’ve touched you baby
I wish I would’ve said the words
That I love you, I love you
I love you
I love you, I love you
So where did we go wrong?
Is it all my fault?
Where did we go wrong?
Is it all my fault?
