Tracks Similar To We In The Building
Kill Em Dead
Artist(s): downNout
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Scott Horton (BMI) 50% / Wesley Eugene Smith Jr. (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Alternative, Electronic, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Angry, Arena, Attitude, Basketball, Beast, Boastful, Club, Cocky, Competition, Confident, Crunk, Crushing, Dark, Death, Determined, Dirty, Driving, Entrance, Excited, Explicit Lyrics, Face Off, Fast, Fight, Football, Game Time, Gang, Gritty, Intense, Killer, Mean, Murder, Ominous, Police, Promo, Propulsive, Pumped Up, Rave, Showdown, Sports, Stadium, Struggle, Swagger, Underground
Instruments:
Bass, Claps, Drums, Keyboard, Organ, SFX, Synths
BPM:
150
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Kill Em Dead
You picked the wrong one to be messing with
Born in a dark hole I was left in it
No heart no soul that's definite
Leave no witnesses or evidence
And my hands just attracted to weapons kids
Bang Bang till ain't nothing left in it
Now your body ain't got no breath in it
Sending off to the morgue what's left of it
We coming no time to prepare now
Yea we coming don't be acting scared now
CHORUS:
You better run n**** run run
He wanna be a killer (run n**** run run)
Until somebody kill 'em'
Bang bang kill 'em dead
Bang bang kill 'em dead
Move slow can't be too cautious
See the line right there? Don't cross it
Hatin' n***** just make me nauseous
Chop 'em down like tree in a forest
This my city now no tourist
Putting flowers on your grave no florist
You ain't gangsta you just want the hype huh?
Watching real killers within wishing you was like one
I don't fear no man gon' try me
Face shots have you eating through an IV
And I didn't want to that was your fault
Big guns barrel long as a pole vault
Bang bang bang bang bang killer
Talk slick make your brain brain spilla
It ain't safe out here for the weak hearted
Eulogy reading dearly departed
Braggadocious
Artist(s): downNout
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Scott Horton (BMI) 50% / Wesley Eugene Smith Jr. (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Electronic, Hip Hop, Industrial, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Arena, Attitude, Basketball, Beast, Boastful, Club, Cocky, Competition, Confident, Crunk, Determined, Dirty, Driving, Entrance, Excited, Face Off, Football, Game Time, Gang, Going Out, Intense, Promo, Propulsive, Pumped Up, Rave, Showdown, Sports, Stadium, Swagger, Tough
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Claps, Drums, Horns, Synths
BPM:
70
Key:
C
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Braggadocious
I just walked in looking like a million dollars
Got these haters bitter than a million olives
Lord please have mercy on all the realest
Saying 3 hail maries I'm bout to kill it
I could teach a class baby on how to raise ya swag level
A lot of zeros girl my cash on brag level
Fresh to death like i was in a coffin, dead-man
Turn the whole world upside down, handstand
These - sleepin' call me the sandman
Last inning I'm fittna knock out a grand slam
Go get the cameras baby its lights camera action
Call up the Paparazzi and tell 'em get the flashing
Roll out runway and check out all my fashion
Don't mind me I'm just braggin'
Braggadocios
Braggadocios
Braggadocios
Don't mind me I'm Braggadocios
I drive fast so I'd rather just stay in my lane
That new engine so loud you'll catch a migraine
Swag on wizard I got all of the magic with me
I could do a tricky make ya lady disappear quickly
When these young boys gon' learn?
Everyone make team not everybody get a turn
I'm going all 4 quarters baby we all in
Young Spalding that just means that I'm ballin
Game Time
Artist(s): Vega Heartbreak
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Orlando Lamonz Rowe (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Attitude, Basketball, Club, Cocky, Competition, Confident, Determined, Excited, Face Off, Football, Game Time, Going Out, Match, Pumped Up, Showdown, Sports, Swagger, Winning
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
BPM:
69
Key:
E♭
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Game Time
I've been waiting all week for this
I just lost a lot of sleep for this
Women say the love my game face
You in first place of the lame race
Trophy wife I call her Goldie
Trophy look just like my gold piece
No sit ups but it's crunch time
CHORUS:
Yeah tonight you no it's Game Time
Yeah tonight you no it's Game Time
Yeah tonight you no it's Game Time
Yeah tonight you no it's Game Time
Me and my team we about to go out
Show out, no doubt
Like a tire this thing a blowout
Opponents about to get it tore out
Tell me what I have to score for
My whole team doing numbers like the scoreboard
Tell my team we about to run a play
Invest 10k to make a 100k
Crunch time I'm never catching cold feet
You looking OC I'm looking Kobe
For the 4 quarters I get no sleep
You are so weak out run you with no feet ha!
The Takeover
Artist(s): CaiNo
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Marcus Cohen (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Alternative, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Angry, Arena, Attitude, Basketball, Beast, Boastful, Club, Cocky, Competition, Complex, Confident, Crime, Criminal, Crushing, Dangerous, Dark, Death, Determined, Dirty, Distorted, Driving, Excited, Explicit Lyrics, Face Off, Fast, Fight, Fuzzy, Game Time, Gang, Gritty, Intense, Killer, Mafia, Mean, Murder, Ominous, Police, Power, Promo, Propulsive, Pumped Up, Robbery, Showdown, Sports, Stadium, Struggle, Swagger, Turf, Underground, War
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
BPM:
152
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
The Takeover
CHORUS:
It's the takeover
Everybody put they hands on the floor
The exits covered we barricading the door
And I'm not leavin' till I get what I came for
Take over the game if I'm able cause this is CaiN's War
The takeover, it's the takeover
Only God knows when the rain over
She said she thought she would look better in a Range Rover
I told her that her friend was lookin' better then the date over
Oh no, I done fucked it up again
But a couple hours later I was f***** wit her friend
Her friend knew that I was f***** up to begin with, cuz every other night I pick another chick to end with
I'm crazy, too lazy
I don't do a verse unless you pay me
I don't do a song unless you play me
And I don't fight fair so don't ever try to play me
Word play is ridiculous ain't nobody as sick as this is you wanna get twisted give a call
I got the rhythm delivery if you think you ill as me then just get on the court pick up the ball
Game over, I'm done
Don't nobody shine brighter than the sun
Never gonna die, higher I'm the Son
It's the Matrix and I'm Neo so I know that I'm the One
Clear the copies the original has won
The time to question everything's begun
And if you fakin' I'll dismantle you for fun
And watch you little chickens start to run
You been lied to ain't no better way to say it
Then if I got a plane and had to spray it
The sky died and the clouds are turnin' grey
And the breath of Armageddon gettin' closer every day
So I'm a have to make a f*****' change in what I say
Put the pen to paper see what happens to the page
Light it all on fire let the rage fuel the flames
S*** nobody wasn't ever gonna listen anyway
CHORUS
Slow it down it's been a decade and a half
I done written and linguistically spitted to make em spaz
But now I got a cynics point of view I've gotten mad
If conscious rappers was sellin' then you woulda been the man
Well I'm sick of this it's just ridiculous
Gave it all I got n y'all still wasn't diggin' it
Maybe if I switch it and just twist it up like licorice then maybe I could flip and get up out of this predicament I wish that it was different
Wish there was more of us to go around
Feel like the last of the Mohicans in this ghost town
But now I'm sittin' and I'm thinkin' that I been found
Start a revolution when I surface from the underground
I tried to make em believers they had me feelin' like Jesus
I wasn't tryin' to preach
Just tried to show em what they could be
But if I gotta burn on the cross with all these other rappers who floss
Then maybe I ain't ready at all
And I don't think I wanna do this no more
Then I sat myself down and said the beat was sick
That I had to get up on it and just let it rip
That if I could make a difference to a couple kids it wouldn't even matter if this song even became a hit
Told myself I had a point and that I'd put it down
Then I took to the critics shoved it in they mouth
They ain't got no taste swallow with a smile
And I ask with a straight face f****** do you hear me now
CHORUS
You Better Duck Quick
Artist(s): Vega Heartbreak
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Orlando L. Rowe (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Alternative, Electronic, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Angry, Arena, Attitude, Beast, Club, Cocky, Competition, Confident, Crunk, Crushing, Dark, Death, Determined, Dirty, Driving, Drugs, Entrance, Explicit Lyrics, Face Off, Fast, Fight, Game Time, Gang, Gritty, Intense, Killer, Mean, Murder, Ominous, Police, Promo, Propulsive, Pumped Up, Showdown, Stadium, Struggle, Swagger, Underground
Instruments:
Bass, Claps, Drums, Keyboard, Organ, SFX, Synths
BPM:
152
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
You Better Duck Quick
This that crack hit, make a dope head wanna do a back flip
I'm like Batman in this all black, to these bad b****** I'm Bruce Wayne
Like car seats we all strapped, ain't no 1 on 1's we all scrap
I'm on the 101 in my corvette, with your dream girl I never call back
Back back back back back the f*** up, for a n**** act the f*** up
Nigga never had s*** had to hustle, wanna join us have to match the muscle
Head of my time nigga too far, jazzy with the b****** like Utah
Got the rocket on me like Houston, you can get it for the low like Groupon
I spend all my time, tryna get a million baby, fuck a living make a killing baby, mob ties like I'm a Sicilian baby Woah!
I'm the only n****they f*** with, so you know I'm not to be f***** with, when that Badddddd spray you better duck quick
CHORUS:
When that Bddddd spray you better duck quick
When that Bddddd spray you better duck quick
You know I'm not to be f***** with
You know I'm not to be f***** with
You know I'm not to be f***** with
Vvs in my wrist watch, trigger finger got chicken pox, and I'm itching to let this b**** go, like top 40 you gone get popped
Kush you can smell it through the zip lock, shawty suckig d*** till her lips lock, a whole lot of cars in the front yard, got the b**** looking like a pit stop
Whoop whoop fish tailing when that cops come, fish scale yea I got some, let me know if you ever wanna comp one
If you get out of hand you get handled, I'm like bob the builder got hammers, girl can I get a handful I'm handsome, a**, p**** mouth, and some
Baking soda with the water, whip it real good
Got a young man balling damn it feel good
Count it up count it up no money machine Ima count by hand
Give my bitch a couple grand, we dropping bombs like Japan
CHORUS
Feenix
Artist(s): CaiNo
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Marcus Cohen (ASCAP) 50% / Scott Horton (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Alternative, Electro, Hip Hop, Indie, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Sports
Keywords:
Aggressive, Angry, Arena, Attitude, Basketball, Boastful, Cocky, Competition, Confident, Crime, Criminal, Crushing, Dangerous, Dark, Death, Determined, Dirty, Distorted, Driving, Edgy, Epic, Face Off, Fight, Fuzzy, Game Time, Gang, Gritty, Inspired, Intense, Killer, Mafia, Mean, Motivated, Murder, Ominous, Overcoming, Police, Power, Promo, Propulsive, Pumped Up, Rebirth, Rising, Robbery, Showdown, Sports, Stadium, Struggle, Swagger, Tough, Trailer
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
Track Styles:
Trailer
Year Recorded:
2018
BPM:
160
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Feenix
Rising up
straight from out the ground I am the greatest at this
have you seen the latest fact sheets
violent like the great Apache
if you want come and attack me
I'll smack you back to the past
my run is planning to last
I'm hitting targets exactly
I'm a sharpshooter
never miss when I get in the groove
never lose
you can't even walk a mile inside my shoes
I don't move
I don't budge
I don't make no lame excuse
I just tighten all the screws
light up till I blow a fuse
I'm getting ready
it's going steady
I'm headed for the end drop the confetti
I'm intent and I'm not sensing any weakness
watch me rise from out the ashes like a Phoenix
Give it up
there's nothing in my way I am unstoppable
no matter what I think I know it's possible
I'm running at a level that so optimal
that trying to go against me is just simply irresponsible
I push it much further than most
brag and I boast
trying to catch me I'm ghost
gas never let up or coast
pull up and approach
and you get smoked, choke
coughing from all of the dust
I got a passion let's call it a lust
I am the greatest that's saying enough
feel the ground shaking that's me coming up
Like A Diamond
Artist(s): Canary Lei
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Marcus Cohen (ASCAP) 50% / Samuel Lawerence Gaymon Jr. (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Attitude, Bad Ass, Bling, Bounce, Cash, Club, Cocky, Confident, Determined, Diamond, Dirty, Drinking, Drugs, Drunk, Empowerment, Gutter, Hard, Hood, Independent, Jewelry, Mean, Money, Party, Pimp, Power, Sassy, Savage, Sexy, Streets, Strip Club, Stripper, Strutting, Swagger, Tough, Twerk
Instruments:
808, Bass, Percussion, Synths
Year Recorded:
2018
BPM:
92
Key:
A♯m/B♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Like A Diamond
Aye Aye
Like a diamond shining like a diamond everyday
I'm living shining like a diamond
I got a fresh young swag
Haters mad cause I'm working haters mad cause they mad
Hair did nails done everything A1 dudes keep on looking cause I'm all about a lump sum
Canary Imma make y'all love this
Lungs full of gas looking like a blowfish
Only D I'm chasing is diamonds and digits
Walk up in the spot got em looking like who is this
I might smile but I'm far from soft any given Sunday this wig comes off
CHORUS:
I see 'em looking I see em watching
I see 'em hating that's the reason why they plotting
That's why we winning feeling exotic everyday
I'm living shining like a diamond
Like a diamond shining like a diamond
Everyday I'm living shining like a diamond
I got a glow from my head to my high heels
you can tell the way I spit I am so real
I'm all cute you too rowdy please chill all these bottles that we popping big deal
Everyday I wake up for the paper everyday
I wake up I claim another hater
Caramel complexion in the right direction
Everything a go cause I'm all about perfection
You better look cause my body speaks volume
Sexy and sassy yo copy that Roger
CHORUS
I pull up sitting in that big boy big girl balling flexing in a big toy wide body Benz
Don't need friends I just need this money and family till the end
Swag stay dripping don't stop like a faucet had a lot of love but they fake So I lost it push button start voice activate steering Canary must be popping cause canary what they cheering never been to jail but my bars so hard two stepping baby like oh my God
CHORUS
Winning Team
Artist(s): J.Cash The King
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Johnathan Cash (ASCAP) 50% / Norbert Krecsko (SOCAN) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Attitude, Ballers, Ballin', Boss, Cash, Champion, City, Club, Cocky, Confident, Determination, Explicit, Explicit Lyrics, Game, Hustle, Hypnotic, Money, Overcoming Obstacles, Perseverance, Persistence, Pumped Up, Sports, Swagger, The Struggle, Thug, Tough, Triumphant, VIP, Victorious, Winning
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synth Mbira, Synths
Year Recorded:
2018
BPM:
74
Key:
C♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Winning Team
WINNING TEAM (CLEAN)
CHORUS
Ballin just to get you some respect
You gotta keep the pressure, keep ya foot up on they necks, right?
Make it so they never wonʼt forget
Always stay true keep that sh** across your chest
Cuz Iʼm playing for the winning team
I donʼt care if I fall, boy
I swear I want it all
Iʼm playing for the winning team (yeah, yeah)
I'ma die as a legend
Man I swear they gon' remember me
VERSE 1
I been getting to the Digits
Folks donʼt see the vision
When I was In the kitchen
I was really spittin'
Back when CASPER was mixin'
And we was on them mission
But we still handled our business
Lawd as my witness
I was sent on a mission
To get it Iʼm bout to kill 'em
Uncle told me to get it
My potna said they gone feel 'em
Opportunity knocking
Mothaf*** the doorbell
I ainʼt with the trolling
Even if it mean no sales
Integrity more important
Instead of tryna force it
Iʼm building resources
Working to get fortune
Pulling up in this Porches
While we converse on these porches
I hear ya talking but to me
Itʼs a bunch of horse sh**
PRE-CHORUS
If I pull up, I'm knocking sh** down
Ainʼt no way I'ma let u come and take the crown
Move like Floyd every single round
How that sound?
Like we the winning team!!
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Got a click full of leaders
Whole team bossing up
Better come with a bag
If u really wanna talk to us
Prices going up
Soon as this fourth quarter shot
Baby thatʼs the game winner
No such thing as overtime
This my Curry year
So many 3s and Iʼm 30
Itʼs like Steph Curry here
Waco is klay so he bound to get us Trey
My pistol is defense and
Iʼm calling my Dawg Dray
KD when I let it spray
Champions every day, how could he
Add another all-star then boogie
Itʼs cash from behind the line, itʼs a splash
Iʼll blow yo' face off if u talking trash
PRE-CHORUS
----------------------------------------
WINNING TEAM (EXPLICIT)
CHORUS
Ballin just to get you some respect
You gotta keep the pressure, keep ya foot up on they necks, right?
Make it so they never wonʼt forget
Always stay true keep that shit across your chest
Cuz Iʼm playing for the winning team
I donʼt care if I fall, boy
I swear I want it all
Iʼm playing for the winning team (yeah, yeah)
I'ma die as a legend
Man I swear they gone remember me
VERSE 1
I been getting to the Digits
Folks donʼt see the vision
When I was In the kitchen
I was really spittin'
Back when CASPER was mixin'
And we was on them mission
But we still handled our business
Lawd as my witness
I was sent on a mission
To get it Iʼm bout to kill 'em
Uncle told me to get it
My potna said they gone feel 'em
Opportunity knocking
Mothafuck the doorbell
I ainʼt with the trolling
Even if it mean no sales
Integrity more important
Instead of tryna force it
Iʼm building resources
Working to get fortune
Pulling up in this Porches
While we converse on these porches
I hear ya talking but to me
Itʼs a bunch of horse shit
PRE-CHORUS
If I pull up, I'm knocking shit down
Ainʼt no way I'ma let u come and take the crown
Move like Floyd every single round
How that sound?
Like we the winning team!!
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Got a click full of leaders
Whole team bossing up
Better come with a bag
If u really wanna talk to us
Prices going up
Soon as this fourth quarter shot
Baby thatʼs the game winner
No such thing as overtime
This my Curry year
So many 3s and Iʼm 30
Itʼs like Steph Curry here
Waco is klay so he bound to get us Trey
My pistol is defense and
Iʼm calling my Dawg Dray
KD when I let it spray
Champions every day, how could he
Add another all-star then boogie
Itʼs cash from behind the line, itʼs a splash
Iʼll blow yo' face off if u talking trash
PRE-CHORUS
I Need That
Artist(s): HighRise
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Alexander William Larkman (BMI) 25% / Brian C Frank (BMI) 25% / Jonathan Lee Ferguson (BMI) 25% / Jonathan Meir Holder (PRS) 25%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Urban Pop
Keywords:
Attitude, Ballers, Boss, Bouncy, Braggadocious, Cash, City, Club, Cocky, Confident, Explicit Lyrics, Flossing, Game, Hustle, Money, Party, Pumped Up, Streets, Swagger, Tough, Triumphant, Upbeat, VIP
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
95
Key:
Bm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
I Need That
I NEED THAT (CLEAN)
CHORUS 1 (2X)
Eight figures, Seven b****es
G6, Five whips
Four grammies, Free s***
Too many reason I need the one hit
VERSE 1
Stackin' rolos on my neck I need that chain gang
Rosay blacked the b****es out, no they can't hang
Black coupe with the rims riding round dirty
Then I'mma pull up with the tech click
Bang bang
CHORUS 2
I'mma stay alive until my doors are suicide yeah
I'mma keep on riding I won't ever normalize, no
I'mma catch a case a day I'm tryna catch a vibe
Cuz I got the squad around and all we are is do or die oh
VERSE 2
I'mma level up, go from ghost into phantom
With a look she let me slide into them panties
Said she could bring a friend, I already had em
But we can go around again and ride me like a tandem
A Rollie, I'mma need that
Designer, I'mma need that
A Patek for my momma
Not a penny for my daddy
Gucci suit, yeah imma need that
Hootchies, I ID that
Ain't no budget for a feature?
Tch nope, I need three rack
CHORUS 3
I'mma stay alive until my doors are suicide yeah
I'mma catch a body, if a body wanna fight yeah
I'mma catch a case a day, I'm tryna catch a vibe
And if lil mama wanna ride then I need her supersize yeah
CHORUS1 (2X)
VERSE 3
That my squad, DSM
Still gone rock, in the west
In a Kia, or a Benz
Got my back, SPF
I ain't ever be be like
"Where y'all at"
I ain't ever gotta be like
"Hit me back"
I ain't gotta ask twice to
Get to my cash
And I aint gotta ask twice
To throw out her back
I need a baby mama minus
The baby I need it fast
I need Katrina or Tina, or Mia,
She on the gas
CHORUS 4
I'mma stay alive until my doors are suicide yeah
I'mma keep on riding I won't ever normalize, no
I'mma catch a case a day I'm tryna catch a vibe
Cuz I got the squad around and all we are is do or die oh
VERSE 4
I'mma level up, turn hater to a fanboy
You decide, love or hate me from the stands boy
I'mma, get to Platinum status, do it with no hands
Follow in my footsteps punk b****, I bet you can't
A Rollie, I'mma need that
Designer, I'mma need that
A Patek for my momma
Not a penny for my daddy
Gucci suit, yeah I'mma need that
Hootchie, I ID that
Ain't no budget for a feature?
Tch nope, I need three rack
CHORUS 5
I'mma stay alive until my doors are suicide yeah
I'mma catch a body, if a body wanna fight yeah
I'mma catch a case a day, I'm tryna catch a vibe
And if lil mama wanna ride then I need her supersize yeah
CHORUS 1 (2X)
----------------------------------------
I NEED THAT (EXPLICIT)
CHORUS 1 (2X)
Eight figures, Seven bitches
G6, Five whips
Four grammies, Free shit
Too many reason I need the one hit
VERSE 1
Stackin' rolos on my neck I need that chain gang
Rosay blacked the bitches out, no they can't hang
Black coupe with the rims riding round dirty
Then I'mma pull up with the tech click
Bang bang
CHORUS 2
I'mma stay alive until my doors are suicide yeah
I'mma keep on riding I won't ever normalize, no
I'mma catch a case a day I'm tryna catch a vibe
Cuz I got the squad around and all we are is do or die oh
VERSE 2
I'mma level up, go from ghost into phantom
With a look she let me slide into them panties
Said she could bring a friend, I already had em
But we can go around again and ride me like a tandem
A Rollie, I'mma need that
Designer, I'mma need that
A Patek for my momma
Not a penny for my daddy
Gucci suit, yeah imma need that
Hootchies, I ID that
Ain't no budget for a feature?
Tch nope, I need three rack
CHORUS 3
I'mma stay alive until my doors are suicide yeah
I'mma catch a body, if a body wanna fight yeah
I'mma catch a case a day, I'm tryna catch a vibe
And if lil mama wanna ride then I need her supersize yeah
CHORUS 1 (2X)
VERSE 3
That my squad, DSM
Still gone rock, in the west
In a Kia, or a Benz
Got my back, SPF
I ain't ever be be like
"Where y'all at"
I ain't ever gotta be like
"Hit me back"
I ain't gotta ask twice to
Get to my cash
And I aint gotta ask twice
To throw out her back
I need a baby mama minus
The baby I need it fast
I need Katrina or Tina, or Mia,
She on the gas
CHORUS 4
I'mma stay alive until my doors are suicide yeah
I'mma keep on riding I won't ever normalize, no
I'mma catch a case a day I'm tryna catch a vibe
Cuz I got the squad around and all we are is do or die oh
VERSE 4
I'mma level up, turn hater to a fanboy
You decide, love or hate me from the stands boy
I'mma, get to Platinum status, do it with no hands
Follow in my footsteps punk bitch, I bet you can't
A Rollie, I'mma need that
Designer, I'mma need that
A Patek for my momma
Not a penny for my daddy
Gucci suit, yeah I'mma need that
Hootchie, I ID that
Ain't no budget for a feature?
Tch nope, I need three rack
CHORUS 5
I'mma stay alive until my doors are suicide yeah
I'mma catch a body, if a body wanna fight yeah
I'mma catch a case a day, I'm tryna catch a vibe
And if lil mama wanna ride then I need her supersize yeah
CHORUS 1 (2X)
Ubetcha
Artist(s): Yaydo
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Alex Larkman (PRS) 45% / Jason Aaron Garland-Milhauser (BMI) 55%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
After Party, Bling, City, Club, Cocky, Confident, Dark, Dope, Druggy, Drugs, Eerie, Explicit Lyrics, Flaunting, Gold Chain, Hypnotic, Jewelry, Limo, Mean, Party, Power, Southern, Streets, Strip Club, Stripper Pole, Swagger, Taunting, Thug, Tough, Trippy
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
110
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Ubetcha
Bouta be a celebrity in my home town,
People that f*** with me? Like my whole town,
Cities that heard of me likely your town,
Cause the flow is hittin' smoother than a Jawn from Motown
Yay to the dizzo on the go hard,
Ain't met nobody dap worthy so far,
21 years and B**** i still ain't tryna hear it now the block list long gotta a motherf***** scroll bar
Tell me whatchu know about the kid,
Acting like you ain't know what he did,
Acting like your ain't hear what he said,
Acting like acting right gonna save your f***** head
Made it this far brought the whole crew,
Now the pockets lookin' straight up outta Whole Foods,
I been talkin' bouta mill, you been talking bouta pill so I ain't never worried pillow talkings what the hoes do
That Midwest slang gotta fear it,
Banging in your ears like rat, tat, tatta,
They say you bouta blow can you feel it,
Look at that b**** like
OH UBETCHA,
Oh UBETCHA,
Oh UBETCHA,
Flick out your wrist like your Rollie don't fit ya
Look I think it's about time we talked,
You xmens are frauds, your best friends a narc, Your bars jelly soft,
Your songs barely pop, and if your dawgs wanna bark then I'm letting the tech spark
Lot of em looking at me s-sideways,
Prolly cause they know it's going my way,
Seen this s*** comin from like a mile away, now I'm lookin back at the road like I'm in the drive way
Look I'm Holdin the truth, I shoulder the youth, might blow out your mind like a roof-a-less coupe,
And as for the crew, you know what we do, don't talk to Feds so I can't talk to you,
And I done so many things already where I'm heading but it got me thinking really what's there left to do
Cause I been pushing juice, and jumping hoops, and folding troops, conduct caboose and the Next stop is the roof
Can you dig it, can feel it, why can't you see my N****,
Independent, illest pendants, they depending on me my n****,
For my cousin, get to bussin, no discussion, ain't no IV's my n****
Going ignant, just to show ya, even at you own game I gotcha beat my n****
UBETCHA,
Oh ubetcha,
UBETCHA,
Oh ubetcha.
Jelly Belly
Artist(s): Haji (feat. Ida fLO)
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Dharmesh Parmar (ASCAP) 50% / Florence Ida Dabokemp (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Club, Dance, Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Pop, Rap
Keywords:
Attitude, Bad Ass, Belly Dance, Bottle Service, Bounce, Cash, Clever, Club, Cocky, Confident, Dance, Dance Floor, Defiant, Dirty, Drop, Explicit Lyrics, Fun, Going Out, Gossip, Late Night, Middle Eastern Influence, Party, Rousing, Seductive, Sexy, Strip Club, Stripper, Swagger, Trash Talk, Wild
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
BPM:
88
Key:
B♭
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Jelly Belly
You say you a friend, but you ain't
You a jealous a** b*** for free
(Such a jelly belly)
You say that we cool, but we ain't
All you want to do is hate on me
Cause you're dealing with a boss
And this boss b**** know
You can't hustle this flow
When I'm on a level
You can't skip
And when you trip you dip
Into sad little puddle full of envy and s***
I'm not gonna waste my time
And I'm not gonna dim my shine
If you can't roll with me that's fine
I'm a hustla, hustla
I'ma ride till I die
CHORUS:
Can you see me jelly belly?
I don't need no jelly belly's
Can you hear me jelly belly?
(Hear it loud and clear it your ear)
Can you see me jelly belly?
I don't need no jelly belly's
Can you hear me jelly belly?
(No one needs a jelly belly, no one ever asked for ya)
So you think you know me?
Got you trolling on my pages
See you bookmarking me
Ain't that some s***
Now you following me
Off reciting all my mannerisms
Copy and pasting me
I'm not gonna watch you try
And I'm not gonna be surprised
When you fall on your a** don't cry
I was made for this baby
And you were just passing by
Sometimes all they wanna do is be this fly
So they play real cool
Be careful who you letting get close stand by
They tryna replace you
No matter who you dealing with they will try
To befool you
So watch out when they saying they there for life
They got a plan there too
Can you see me jelly belly?
I don't need no jelly belly's
Can you hear me jelly belly?
(Hear it loud and clear in your ear)
Can you see me jelly belly?
I don't need no jelly belly's
Can you hear me jelly belly?
(No one needs a jelly belly, no one ever asked for ya)
Can you see me alright
Can you hear me alright
Can you feel me alright
Alright
Can you see me alright
Can you hear me alright
Can you feel me alright
Alright
Some people
They just can't see you doing well
No
They just want a piece
They always want a piece
They just can't be happy for you
Nah
They want to be in your shoes
Well guess what?
Not mine b***
All About The Benjamins
Artist(s): Vega Heartbreak
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Orlando L. Rowe (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Reality TV Moods & Emotions
Keywords:
Bills, Bottle Service, Cash, Club, Cocky, Confident, Dollars, Drugs, Explicit Lyrics, Fame, Hustle, Limo, Money, Power, Streets, Strip Club, Swagger, Wealth, Young
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
71
Key:
G♯m/A♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
All About The Benjamins
CHORUS:
All about the Benjamin's
That other sh*t, I be on some other sh*t, them girls they be loving me because I be on that other sh*t
Verse
I be on some other sh*t, must not know who you f*cking with
No I don't move that dope, but I move that music I be hustling
These clothes that I be bussing in, it keep that models f*cking him
Labels ain't talking millions, I'm sorry I can't f*ck with them
Coolest n*ggas in your vision rocking true religion, Beamers cruising through your subdivision looking for some chickens
Motivated because we made it out the basement paper chasing, pick your face up off the pavement, I am never new to this
Annihilate anybody who think I ain't true to this, all my n*ggas hooligans
Legacy will never end
I guarantee this legacy will never end, tell a friend to tell a friend we all about the, all about the
CHORUS
I'm big willy silly chain still chilly no stain on my million dollar outfit
I'm a bully with the Bucks goonies got the tooly tucked if you f*ck with the kid and you know they don't miss
I'm like lil mama she hot as lava, no dollars why bother holla, in college she scholar so I'm try to get that ass up out her
Kesha, Rhonda, Shonda, keke, tete that's a few of them, if you ain't about your dollars guarantee that you ain't screwing them
The hardest regardless ain't nobody on my level, music banging out your speakers and its Rocking like a heavy metal song
Hey they be like damn they tight, money right get it right so you know we all about the
CHORUS
That other sh*t, I be on that other sh*t
Black Persian team full of bastards and a**holes, time to get the masses what they ask for
Fly clothes, bad heauxs, yea we getting cash flow, heartbreak spit that fire sh*t so I guess I got that a*ss flow
Better cuff your girl cause if I pass she coming after, chains on my neck shine like stars I'm a galaxy
Holla about a dollar cause you know I need plenty, that movie star money I need more like Demi so we
CHORUS
Big Boy
Artist(s): Vega Heartbreak
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Orlando L. Rowe (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Attitude, Big, Bling, Bravado, Club, Cocky, Confident, Explicit Lyrics, Limo, Money, Party, Strip Club, Stripper, Swagger, VIP
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
73
Key:
D♯m/E♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Big Boy
CHORUS:
I got the Patron in my cup
I don't give a f***
You a hater and that's all you gon be
Shawty got that ass lookin' right
You with me tonight
Order what you like
Its all on me
It's that big boy s***
Big boy s*** (3x)
Catch me in the club
On that big boy s***
50s 100s and dubs
On that big boy shit
Big boy s***
New coupe sick
Girl put that ass on this big boy d***
Big boy games make them niggas forfeit
Yeah I got a lot but I want a bit more s***
Big boy hustle we go big boy hard
Racks on racks on racks on my big boy card
That 599 that's that big boy card
F***** A-list bitches that's them big boy broads
Fly to Amsterdam to go to H&M
Spending euros on Versace
That's that big boy fit
Don't know who I am
Vega I'm the man
All across the world
On that big boy s***
CHORUS
S*** so sick
Cartier Panera that's that big boy wrist
No diamonds in my watch cause them bitches on my neck
Labels say they wanna sign me
Cut that big boy check
Making big boy beats
Drop a big boy verse
Killin' rappers put they coffin in a big boy hearse
Taking big boy risks
Take a 100 grand
Invest in my career
Make a million
That's a big boy flip
Leaving big boy tips
Strippers love to dance
I'm they biggest fan
Throw some grands
On them big girl tits
Don't know who I am
Vega Im the man
All across the world
On this big boy s***
CHORUS
Camera man camera man
Hope you got the money shot
I'mma throw this money up
Girl make yo ass drop
Right Now
Artist(s): Tay F. 3rd
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Deonte Kim (BMI) 50% / Ty Frankel (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Reality TV
Keywords:
After Party, Alley, Bling, Boisterous, Bottle Service, Brash, Club, Cocky, Confident, Cool, Dance Floor, Explicit Lyrics, Fun, Funny, Girls, Good Time, Grinding, LA, Late Night, Limousine, Models, Money, Party, Ratchet, Rousing, Rowdy, Street, Swag, Swagger, Tough, Trouble, VIP
Instruments:
Bass, Bells, Drums, Percussion, Synth
BPM:
93
Key:
A
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Right Now
I'm about to buy me a whip
Cause I remember sittin' on the bench
I remember I remember when I didn't have s***
Every weed sack I bought for somebody getting pinched
Couldn't pay my rent now that's just a day spent
Diamonds in my chains make you do an Asian squint
Jack Chan I stunt
Ooooo she old news last month
True we didn't wear those much
Only thing we could afford was some Dickies and some Chucks
Now its Ferragamo belts, new shoes in my shelf
God my favorite artist ever cause he made myself
Imma master pieces, Mona Lisa is jealous
If we was alive the same time I would of hit and left her
I said I'm really fly right now
Really feeling like the guy right now
My arrogance is really high right now
And if you got a problem you can try right now
Right now, right now, right now, right now
I said I'm feeling like the guy right now
My arrogance is really high right now
I said I'm really feeling fly right
I think I'm too good off myself
Spend my money myself
I don't need no help
Money money get a dollar spend it quick
Threezy Threezy never broke bets believe I got the fix
Believe I got the chicks, believe I got the piff
Believe I got the chips but if you ain't drop 5 then you not hitting shit
I said I'm confident and cocky and I'm all of the above
Stay higher than a dove that's rolled up a dub
I roll to the club picking out who I want
All i said is my name bets believe she gon' f***
Like a vacuum she suck, tell her get away
Your girlfriend front row yelling for a give away
High key your girlfriend wanna get at Tay
She better try out cause I'm living like eliminate
Any opposition on mommas I'll eliminate
Think I got a sweet tooth how I'm getting cake
Ohhh you think I had fetish how I'm getting weight
But I'm talking money n nothing here bummy
True Champion
Artist(s): Shoreshot
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Matthew Christopher Vander Boegh (BMI) 50% / Patrick Terrence Whelan (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Attitude, Ballers, Ballin', Boss, Cash, Championships, Cocky, Coming Up, Competition, Confident, Dedication, Epic, Game Time, Hustle, Overcoming, Perseverance, Positive Attitude, Pumped Up, Rising Above, Self Confidence, Sports, Swagger, Triumphant, Upbeat, Victorious, Winning
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Horns, Piano, Synths
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
90
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
True Champion
TRUE CHAMPION
VERSE 1
What can truly move them and grab them
You show them who's the prevailer
You go from failure to failure without
Losing enthusiasm you be the silent preparer
The work'll do all the talking
Be who they never exhausted
Straight fuel make room take caution
Be the one who breaks through
And came for their portion
And take it by force when the op arises
Time to rock-a-bye ya's
Comp looking lopsided they cannot deny it
Go getter tone setter stop this won't let ya
Won't fold when thrown pressure
Show them why they should've known better (known better)
Don't ever, don't you ever let what they say
Have a millisecond to live
Never getting into your way
You give everything you can give
Focused how you stay
How much you doing everyday
There's one who wrote the movie
One complaining pressing play
Who's who what's what
This is predator vs. prey
CHORUS
Don't you, ever try to,
Tell me when or
How it can't be done
That will never apply to
It never will to
A true champion
Break through, break through
Break ground, break ground
Break who
There's no breaks now
Through and through
Thick and thin
Losers lose, winners win
VERSE 2
Do what they couldn't do or fathom
You show them who's the prevailer
You go from failure to failure without
Losing enthusiasm you be the silent preparer
Put purpose in how you're walking
Fulfillment over fortune
Be the leader not a trailer
Fearless when they try to scare ya
Be the one they can't even bear the
Thought of competing with
You let them speak of it
And claim they want to piece of it
Don't let them deter you
When they try to derail ya
Trailblazer unfair favor
The gain's greater game changer
Rain maker clear and present danger
It couldn't be put any plainer
What legacy you trying leave
Last in the draft
Or the highest seed
Cash out first or be the last
Of a dying breed
Go out with a bang
But keep on winning quietly
Understand the irony within it
You finished what you starting
Or you starting to be finished
You tell me which one is it
CHORUS (2X)
Unlimited
Artist(s): CaiNo (feat. Laura Cheadle)
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Marcus Cohen (ASCAP) 50% / Scott Horton (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Adversity, Anthem, Bold, Competition, Defiant, Determined, Emotional, Empowerment, Encouragement, Energetic, Epic, Fighting, Inspirational, Intense, Motivational, Never Give Up, Overcoming, Overcoming Obstacles, Perseverance, Persistence, Positive, Power, Pride, Rising, Sports, Strength, Swagger, Tough, Triumphant, Uplifting, Victorious
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Piano, Strings, Synths
Year Recorded:
2018
BPM:
85
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Unlimited
UNLIMITED
CHORUS
I feel unlimited
no rules unlimited
and I shine so bright that I might just light it up
I feel unlimited
no rules on limited
gonna grab this world make it mine so fire it up
VERSE 1
Fire up the engines it's about to start
bring the light when I travel to dispel the dark
our existence is hinging on if we can impart
ambition as if resistance got us what we want
we living under limits that are self imposed
then poked at by the media till it's exposed
try to stuff your emotions till you implode
well I'm here to disclose
the power you have enclosed
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Fire up the burners it's about to begin
let the fuel move your internal pistons
until the engines running with intention
you've been down this road before
check the suspension
I know it gets rocky but you're unstoppable like Rocky
you probably been through worse
like taking shots to the body
you obviously kept getting up
legs wobbly and vision foggy
but you kept coming like a zombie
straight out the ground you're taking it now
pressed against the cage ain't nobody taking you down
and through all the trials and tribulations you basically found
that it's all lies and manipulations mistakenly bound
knots tied the stipulations are created were not allowed to abound
when they try to tune us down
I can faintly hear the sound
and that's the only thing I need to keep me wanting more
just remember I'm Limitless at my core
CHORUS
Stadium Roar
Artist(s): DJ Kreuzer
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Scott Horton (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Dance, Electronic, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Arena, Attitude, Baltimore Club, Basketball, Battle, Beast, Building, Cocky, Competition, Confident, Crunk, Determined, Driving, Drop, Entrance, Excited, Face Off, Football, Game Time, Gang, Highlight Reel, Hype, Intense, NBA, Pounding, Promo, Propulsive, Pulsating, Pumped Up, Rave, Showdown, Sports, Stadium, Swagger, Sweat, Tough, Victorious
Instruments:
Basketballs, Bass, Brass, Claps, Drums, Horns, Piano, SFX, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
130
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Fast/Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
The Fight
Artist(s): Tony Stylex
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Scott Horton (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Hybrid, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, Rap, Sports
Keywords:
Adversity, Aggressive, Arena, Bad Ass, Basketball, Battle, Bold, Boxing, Competition, Confrontational, Defiant, Determined, Domination, Emotional, Empowerment, Fierce, Fighting, Football, Gang, Gritty, Intense, Mean, Motivation, Never Give Up, Odds, Overcoming, Perseverance, Persistence, Pounding, Power, Protest, Racing, Rising, Shootout, Sports, Strength, Strong, Swagger, Tough, Triumphant
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Hand Claps, Orchestra, Strings, Synths
BPM:
81
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
The Fight
I hear that crowd going wild all screaming my name
I'm a 4th quarter champion my heads in the game
Bruises up and down but I ain't gonna stop
This body goes hard pushing right to the top
The sweat's dripping down got rage in veins
Adrenaline pumping turning sparks to flames
No sidelines gonna make it count
Three, two, one this is my game now
Run hard or run home
Get scarred and break bones
Play with with heart or get owned
Never giving up, never giving up the fight
CHORUS:
Fight
The fight
The fight
Warpaint's on and we don't give up the fight
Down the wire time to make my move
Got the skills and endurance to see this thing through
This is it what we've been training for
No turning back time to even the score
Sweet revenge coming at you like a ton of bricks
100% talent, no stunts and no tricks
When this is all over and you're out of fuel
Check that slo-mo replay watch me take you to school
Lamborgini
Artist(s): Haji Springer
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Dharmesh Parmar (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Reality TV Moods & Emotions
Keywords:
Attitude, Back Alley, Belly Dancer, Bling, Cars, Cash, City, Cocky, Confident, Cruising, Drunk, Ethnic, Expensive, Fancy, Flashy, Flaunting, Foreign, Freewheeling, Gang, Ghetto, Highway, India, Los Angeles, Loud, Money, Mumbai, Posse, Radio, Rich, Rowdy, Status, Stereo, Streets, Strip Club, Stripper, Swagger
Instruments:
Bass, Flute, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
76
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Lamborgini
Yeah let me see you shake dat
We gettin' all this money yea it's straight cash
We ridin' in dem lambos n dem Maybachs
And the bottles at the table cost like 8 Lakhs Haha
Shawty say she like to hip hop
Now bounce it up and down for me and keep it chup chaap
The way she twerkin' dat body I call dat good job
Yea i get paid to perform I got a good job
Shawty is go getta, all she want is mo chedda
You can get it for the right price
She somethin' like gold digger now roll it up and toke it up
You can do whateva you like
CHORUS:
Woah!
Shawty got that body
Somethin' like you see on TV
And the way she shake that
She shake that
She shake it like a
Lamborgini Lamborgini Lamborgini
Soniye!
She shake it like a
Lamborgini Lamborgini Lamborgini
Soniye!
Shake it like a Lamborgini 1 time
Shake it like a Lamborgini 2 times
Shake it like a Lamborgini 3 times
Shake it like a Lamborgini
Now rewind!
Now shake it like a Lamborgini
Make dis make dis money disappear like Whodini Yea
Now shake it like a Lamborgini
Make dis make dis money disappear like Whodini
Now movie it just like a snake and do what you do
After hours ask about us you and yo friends comin' thru
We be on that futurist shit so tell me somethin' new
You know Haji like Minaji I be wildin' like zoo
Shawty is go getta, all she want is mo chedda
You can get it for the right price
He somethin' like gold digger now roll it up and toke it up
You can do whateva you like
CHORUS
Drivin' Illegal
Artist(s): Prez (feat. Haji)
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
David Lee Potter (ASCAP) 50% / Dharmesh Parmar (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Reality TV
Keywords:
Attitude, Back Alley, Cars, Cash, City, Cocky, Confident, Crime, Cruising, Drunk, Gang, Ghetto, Money, Posse, Radio, Rowdy, Stereo, Streets, Strip Club, Swagger
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
92
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Drivin' Illegal
VERSE 1
Wildin like hyenas, brand new beamer
Players like this oh no you you never seen none
Wet Aquafina, Yea I got my green up
Shawty wanna be a rock star trina
Yea I'm a dreamer I dream until I turn it,
Now turn that ass around while I smoke this Kermit
Yyou earn it I spend it, never see me lend it
Ridin' around turnt up my L's suspended
Ridin' around turnt up my L's suspended
Ridin' around turnt up my L's suspended
Hook
Drivin' illegal, drivin' illegal
Ridin a Benz you ridin' a regal
It's me and my amigos, wildin like deebo
And they bout that action Steven Seagal
Drivin' illegal drive driven' illegal, drivin' illegal
Drive drivin illegal, drivin' illegal drive drivin illegal
Bout that action Steven Seagal.
VERSE 2
I be drivin' illegal driven illegal
You know what we doin' wildin' out with my people
Blunt that I'm smokin', cost about three O
And you know I'm bout my dinero like Rio
De jinero I don't roll with squaros, I be Ruth Chris steak no carrows,
And if you talkin' about no money you can move it and I don't need no
Nike sign to tell me I can do it,
My L's suspended my whip real nice, everything authentic
I pay full price, if I see the red n blue lights you know that I'm a smash it
Do about a hundred and get off the next exit
For The Money
Artist(s): Tay F. 3rd
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Deonte Kim (BMI) 50% / Ty Frankel (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Reality TV
Keywords:
Aggressive, Ambition, Bling, Cars, Club, Decadence, Determined, Drug Deal, Drug Dealer, Drugs, Explicit Lyrics, Fame, Greed, Hype, Money, Motivation, Party, Rich, Riding, Streets, Swagger, Thug, Tough, West Coast
Instruments:
Bass, Bells, Drums, Percussion, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
97
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
For The Money
Get it up, get it up
Get it up, get it up (Ayy)
Get it up, get it up
Get it up, get it up (I said I do this for the money)
Yeah, I be out all night
Tell my mama I'ma be alright (Yeah, I do this for the money)
Never be the reason she rich, all she get is bubble gum and hard d*** (Yeah, I do this for the money)
If rappin' don't work then it's kilos, I got a plug on the d-low
I could never go broke, and you could use that as a quote (Yeah, I do this for the money)
Elementary taught me math, easily a nigga passed
Ever since I was a youngin' I was counting mama cash
I used to steal it out her purse, I knew every stash
Double up the thing in half and I put the shit back
I was thuggin', never stole from the store, man
I was busy hitting licks on the door man
We was wildin', and we getting violent
Everybody twisting fingers on that chi chi time man
Grown man, and I'm still on that same s***
Why? I tell em boy, cause I ain't rich
I be going to hard just to make it last
Everybody making money so I know I can
Most niggas die for p****
If she broke, I'd rather ghost ride the p****
Cause money over humans, not women
I've been getting that since I was an imbecile
Yeah, I be out all night
Tell my mama I'ma be alright (Yeah, I do this for the money)
Never be the reason she rich, all she get is bubble gum and hard d*** (Yeah, I do this for the money)
If rappin' don't work then it's kilos, I got a plug on the d-low
I could never go broke, and you could use that as a quote (Yeah, I do this for the money)
Yeah, I be out all night
Tell my mama I'ma be alright (Yeah, I do this for the money)
Never be the reason she rich, all she get is bubble gum and hard d*** (Yeah, I do this for the money)
If rappin' don't work then it's kilos, I got a plug on the d-low
I could never go broke, and you could use that as a quote (Yeah, I do this for the money)
Yeah, I do this for the money
Yeah, I do this for the money
For the money
Yeah I, y-yeah I do this for the money
For the money
2 Much
Artist(s): Billy Gram
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Jorodd Phillips (ASCAP) 50% / Ty Frankel (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Reality TV Moods & Emotions
Keywords:
After Party, Aggressive, Carefree, Cars, Cash, Club, Cocky, Confident, Drugs, Explicit Lyrics, Freewheeling, Money, Playful, Posse, Radio, Riding, Rowdy, Streets, Swag, West Coast, Young
Instruments:
Bass, Bells, Drums, Percussion, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
91
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
2 Much
Oh my God, uh Oh my God
Just let me do my thing
VERSE
All my niggas all real niggas
707 young field niggas
Used to rock the Fila with my Hilfiger
Then I got the chevy let it peel nigga
Trill nigga I just want a black card
I just hit the backyard, runnin from the cop car
Yadadamean my nig serve the fiends that berries n cream no blapstar
Woke up feeling like a trapstar
Pull up in the hood gripping wood no Hacksaw
No games, thats Capcom
All izm it ain't even got a app for
Said I represent the Flats boy
Trap jumping you can't even hit the backboard
Oh my God Gram don't know how to act boy
I guess I'm stunting, I should probably make them ask for it
HOOK
I smoke too much weed
I'm on too much heem
Just let me do my thing
VERSE
Been about business since '88
Why you fake pimping get your paper straight
Early morning shift trying to make a play
S*** I was broke for a minute had to make a way
Blowing on cookie, Earvin- swerving
All black in the back of that suburban
Whole team working, Heem team, I don't do the Bourbon
Somebody tell these niggas that it's curtains
Perfect, yes- Baby am I worth it? Yes
If it's money on line I deserve a check
Keep a bunny on line with some perfect neck
A1 I just get up in her purse and jet
No flex zone, neck gold Fadavi piece
Woe is me, oh my god like I hit the lottery
Please don't bother me, I just want to roll up- hold up
Couple double cups somebody pour up
HOOK
OUTRO
Nigga I don't give a f***
Said we don't give a f***
Nigga I don't give a f***
Little nigga give a f***
Nigga I don't give a f***
Nigga we don't give a f***
Nigga gave no f***
Nigga
One Two
Artist(s): ACwavyy
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Alexander Edward Cassano (BMI) 50% / Matthew Christopher Vander Boegh (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Action, Against the Odds, Aggressive, Angry, Attitude, Ballers, Ballin', Boss, Champion, Cocky, Combat, Coming Up, Competition, Confident, Cool, Dedication, Determination, Determined, Epic, Fight Back, Fighting Enemies, Game, Hustle, Overcoming, Overcoming Adversity, Overcoming Struggle, Perseverance, Positive Attitude, Pumped Up, Rising Above, Self Confidence, Sports, Swagger, Triumphant, Upbeat, Victorious, Winning
Instruments:
808 Bass, Brass, Drums, Electric Bass, Flute, Synth, Violins
Year Recorded:
2021
BPM:
87
Key:
D♯m/E♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
One Two
ONE TWO
INTRO
Drop it
CHORUS
On a roll Ima go til they drop me (Ima go)
The life we livin' like a program and they watching (the life we livin')
Toe to toe I don't fold for nobody (toe to toe)
My heart is frozen chasing goals we playin hockey (my heart is frozen)
One two bodies hit the ground
One two gotta get it now
One two gotta fight it til the finish
We gone always follow thru and hit like
Lightning in the ending
Hit like lightning
VERSE 1
We throwing punches in bunches
Said that I'ma give it to you know you don't want it
Everybody know I came from nothing to something
Put a little time in Money come in abundance
So ain't no frontin'
You know we got the blueprint we doing it wit a strategy
We shootin' for the moon but I root for the people after me
doing what we do ain't no losing We seen some tragedy
When we got into it they threw everything they had at me
PRE-CHORUS 1
I don't back down I stand up and fight it (2X)
Get the lighter stand on up n ignite it
So bring the fire raise it up when the night hit
You see we strikin'!
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Drop another bomb Ima problem don't even detonate
Kaboom
Me n the crew just stepped in the room
Hit whoever's left soon as they mess up n move
Losing all direction but got perfectionist views
On the road to the riches I get it I hit a bump or two
All these people keep jabbing at me I ain't know what to do
Came up they ain't laughing I'm happy and I been comfortable
Started in the back n my passion put me in front of you
PRE-CHORUS 2
One direction we ain't slowing it down
Karma catchin' up it's going around
Whoever stepping up we throwing em out
Applyin' pressure so they know what we about
CHORUS (2X)
Keep On Winning
Artist(s): ACwavyy
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Alexander Edward Cassano (BMI) 50% / Matthew Christopher Vander Boegh (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Attitude, Ballers, Ballin', Boss, Champion, Cocky, Coming Up, Competition, Confident, Cool, Dedication, Encouraging, Epic, Football, Game, Heavy, Hustle, Inspiration, Marching, Motivation, Never Give Up, Overcoming, Perseverance, Positive Attitude, Pounding, Pressure, Pumped Up, Rising Above, Self Confidence, Sports, Swagger, Triumphant, Upbeat, Victorious, Winning
Instruments:
808 Bass, Brass, Drums, Piano, Snare Drum, Synths, Tubular Bells
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
77
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Keep On Winning
KEEP ON WINNING
INTRO
Just keep on winning, keep on winning
Ain't no bowing down
Just keep on winning, keep on winning
Bring the talent out
(Let's get to it)
VERSE 1
Just run ya route before you lose the chance
We making noise from in the field way out in to the stands
I'm In the game I make the plays and got the smoothest plan
You couldn't catch me at ya best because I'm too advanced
I'm gettin groovy on the move just tryna beat the odds
I'm chasing dreams ain't losing me so I can keep a job
I give em heat I'm redefined they giving me the signs
I'm the type to move discreet and ima leave em blind
PRE-CHORUS 1
Everyday just give it all that you got
Tryna hold a little tighter when the ball bout to drop
(Ain't tryna hear it)
CHORUS
Outwork em, outthink em
It's the game of life
Ain't nervous we gifted
We can pay the price
Opportunity keep knocking when ya game is tight
And if you want it bad enough it's time to make it right
Just keep on winning keep on winning ain't no holding back
Keep on winning keep on winning we can show the stats
Just keep on winning keep on winning ain't no bowing down
Just keep on winning keep on winning bring the talent out
VERSE 2
Stand up like a man or lay down like the cowards do
I seen em down and out but strength is how you power thru
So call the doubters they can witness what I'm bout to do
I'm working hard so I can wake up to a Mountain View
I got some people rootin' for me ones that want me gone
I know some folks In higher places some that done some wrong
They never understand the play like "why you want the pawn?"
So quickly it can get mistaken cuz I want it all
BRIDGE 1
How can you ever be the best if you don't chase ya dream?
These people out here looking stressed, but they don't make it seem
CHORUS
BRIDGE 2
How can you ever be the best if you don't chase ya dream?
These people out here looking stressed but they don't make it seem
I think I'm next I put the pressure on to make the team
Don't miss a step I'm like a vet don't ever play wit me
PRE-CHORUS 2
Everyday just give it all that you got
Try to hold a little tighter when the ball bout to drop
(Ain't tryna hear it)
Yea I know they say I'm talking a lot
Go get it while you can one day the coffin will drop
CHORUS
OUTRO
We keep on winning
We keep on winning
We keep on winning
We winning bring the talent now
You Can't Stop This
Artist(s): WEARETHEGOOD
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Sage Elias Rodrigo (BMI) 50% / Wesley Eugene Smith Jr. (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Sports, Trap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Basketball, City, Club, Cocky, Confident, Dark, Dope, Druggy, Edgy, Game, Gritty, Hypnotic, Mean, Party, Power, Streets, Strip Club, Stripper Pole, Swagger, Taunting, Thug, Tough, Trippy, Triumphant, Winning
Instruments:
Drums, Synths
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
160
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
You Can't Stop This
CHORUS
How you gon stop this?
Took up the notches
Big boss cockpit
I'm on your watch list
How you gon stop this? (I can't stop) (3X)
You cannot stop this? (I can't stop)
VERSE 1
I move right you left
Classic like a NES
Big boss moves with the steps
I don't even catch my breath
Class been started you late
Made it from the bottom thats fate
Had to push it up no weight
Did that there in one take
Going all the way no breaks
Big biz no MBA
Bout to make a big wave no lakes
I'm a superhero no cape
My diamonds is flawless
My flow so appealing
I'm balling no Spaulding
I'm working my calling
I gotta go all in
I never be stalling
Move too fast man
CHORUS
VERSE 2
I don't ever stop I run for it
Coming against us you done for it
Got a championship need 1 more
Give the people what they come for
My whole team got big names
Every game we play a big game
Swish swish swish my wrist game
Move too quick like quicksand
CHORUS
Follow BTM on