Tracks Similar To Andale
Drop Benjamins
Artist(s): Fancy (feat. Brit Fox)
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Writer(s):
Brittany Michelle Stephenson (ASCAP) 50% / Marcus Cohen (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Ambition, Bad Ass, Cash, Club, Cocky, Confident, Dark, Dealer, Determined, Dirty, Drinking, Drive, Drugs, Drunk, Empowerment, Explicit Lyrics, Hard, Independent, Mean, Money, Pimp, Savage, Sexy, Streets, Strip Club, Stripper, Strutting, Swagger, Tough, Twerk, Young
Instruments:
808, Bass, Piano, Synths
BPM:
76
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Drop Benjamins
DROP BENJAMINS (CLEAN)
CHORUS
Drop it, drop it to the ground
Show them you da baddest around
Drop it, drop it to the ground
Show them you da baddest
It's a movement watch I do this
It's a movement how I do this
I be bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, boppin' to the beat
Fanning 100's-Benjamins all over me
VERSE 1
Slide up and down your pipe dream
F*** a solitaire I'm more than a wifey
They say the game and fair and it's all right with me
Just take it to the head just like some Hennessy
Now watch me drop it to the ground let me show you who the baddest
Been past 21, but i've always been a savage
Sent to abolish b*****
I stay sharp you gon' need stitches
Looking good from every angle
Diamonds on me dripping dangles
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Benjamins all over me, put em up, keep em coming.
Throw em up in the air, watch em hit the ground running.
Watch the way that I stunt, shake that as like that.
Like Trina, green palms keep me wet bouncing my back
Get that n**** for his n's, make him put you in a Benz.
Knock them hoes off your throne. B**** I'm here times up you gone.
Daughter of an Al Capone, sprit free you wanna bone
I'm 'gon' write my name in gold, so its always set in stone.
Just so you b****** know, you can not f*** with me.
I just mind my business, sitting pretty, sipping bubbly.
Please come get ya n****, bug a boo, he is hovering.
Like the ground and cement, lil b**** I be covering.
Like whoa now, you aint even have to take it there
See yes I did cuz theres no b**** or n**** I would spare.
I just count my money, get them dollars all the time.
Know the real treasures gotta get to having what is mine
CHORUS
New Money
Artist(s): Fancy (feat. Brit Fox)
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Writer(s):
Brittany Michelle Stephenson (ASCAP) 50% / Marcus Cohen (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Ambition, Bad Ass, Cash, Club, Cocky, Confident, Dark, Dealer, Determined, Dirty, Drive, Drugs, Empowerment, Explicit Lyrics, Independent, Mean, Money, Pimp, Streets, Strip Club, Swagger, Tough, Young
Instruments:
808, Bass, Piano, Synths
BPM:
79
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
New Money
I made a vow
Lifelong commitment to this money
Talking been, since I could go get the money
living in a ghetto world, chasing all my dreams
Independent chick stay on her s*** About her cream
S*** so dope and so real you'll be a fiend
All up in the jewelry store picking out my rings
Went and tore the mall now bought a couple things
New money, new problems let's see what the drama brings
All my life I've been waiting on the spotlight
Got me in the cross hairs and the cop lights
Got the city on lock and the block tight
they can't hate the form
if the shot right
Got a bunch of haters 'cause I keep making new money
CHORUS:
Talking gold,
Talking break you out ya mold
Let me break you out that mold
Make this scene a lil clearer
I'm the hottest bitch around and I ain't seeing nothing bigger
Bitches love to look and hate, which is why I love to slay and stunt
4th down touchdown, I don't never have to punt
I make the plays, I run the plays, flow and verses I got for days
sealed the deal like a n**** with a bouquet
flowers for his girl on her 21st birthday
They was all cool at one point now they flaked
Play your cards right cause your b**** got high stakes
All my life I've been waiting on the spotlight
Got me in the cross hairs and the cop lights
Got the city on lock and the block tight
they can't hate the form
if the shot right
Got a bunch of haters 'cause I keep making new money
Talking gold, talking break you out ya mode
Like A Diamond
Artist(s): Canary Lei
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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
Coming Back
Artist(s): Cash C. (feat. Edoe)
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Writer(s):
Brittany Michelle Stephenson (ASCAP) 50% / Charizma Shardayne Denise Upshaw (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Anger, Attitude, Bad Bitch, Badass, Bold, Boss, Bravado, Confident, Confrontational, Dark, Defiant, Determined, Drive, Drugs, Edgy, Flaunting, Gangster, Guns, Late Nght, Money, Overcoming Adversity, Overcoming Obstacles, Overcoming Struggle, Power, Proud, Sex, Streets, Success, Tough
Instruments:
808 Bass, Bells, Drums, Synth
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
150
Key:
A
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Coming Back
COMING BACK (CLEAN)
INTRO
Yea yea yea, yea
They ain't know
They ain't know
CHORUS
They ain't know how I was coming
When I pulled up in a new whip
Hey, yea I got a new b***h
And I hopped out with some new drip
VERSE 1
I know these b*****s gon have a trip
They gon wanna taste this tea I'm spilling
Every step I take
They like you need to take a break
You going to fast on this tape
I know these b*****s can't relate
How I be dripping like a lake
It's crazy how n****s a turn on me
When loyalty don't cost a thing
I clearly see b*****s ain't riding for me
N****s ain't dying for me
I gotta be
In my own zone now, on my own now
F**k the police yea I'm gone now
And I been crying for weeks but nobody gave me no tissue
That's why I keep rolling up to blow away these issues
This b***h keep calling talkin 'bout I got a bad attitude
B***h get off my line go ahead and call your dude
Not tryna be rude but nobody get s**t from me
Nobody getting a dime
Nobody made up this rhyme
Man I'm done wasting time
Imma stay on my grind
Yea I'm heading for the top
Nobody stealing my spot
I got this s**t on lock lock lock
CHORUS 2
I know you got a n***a tell me something I don't know
Let me know if Imma f**k or not cause I got to go
Every time you get around your friends you think that they don't know
They can see it in your face that we be f*****g on the low
I came from nothing, I ain't have no bed sleeping on the floor
I was robbing I was selling drugs, tired of being broke
Know some b*****s wish I never met, wish I never spoke
Know some n****s wish I never met, wish I never spoke
VERSE 2
If I ever shot a n***a block I'm coming back
Turn this b***h around I'm hopping n*gga where you at
I got a nine millimeter with a thirty on my lap
Bout to make my family proud stacking pennies Kyla Pratt
Got some killers that will shot for me that's if I ask
If you run then that n***a done shot him in the back
And you know we coming black and white like sister act
Two twin glocks, one of the Cody one of the Zack
My brother he my brother I know my brother gon shot for me
Never trust a b***h cause I know what that b*tch a do to me
Right is right, wrong is wrong, only when you using me
Play me then I cut you off that what happens usually
My n***a Imma hop up in that pussy Imma dive it
Jackie Robinson you know Imma slide in it
Get rich or die trying, Imma die with it
You the main so don't worry about no side b*tches
CHORUS 2
BRIDGE
Into that new s**t
Lit like my waist
Everytime I leave she having a fit
Man I got these n****s pissed
Wishing they can flow like this
Wishing they can flow like this
Making hits after hits
To left and right Muhammad Ali in this b***h
Man it's looking tight for anybody that try to compete
Might as well step aside, yea
Y'all might as well step aside
Yeaa
CHORUS 1
______________________________________
COMING BACK (EXPLICIT)
INTRO
Yea yea yea, yea
They ain't know
They ain't know
CHORUS 1
They ain't know how I was coming
When I pulled up in a new whip
Hey, yea I got a new bitch
And I hopped out with some new drip
VERSE 1
I know these bitches gon have a trip
They gon wanna taste this tea I'm spilling
Every step I take
They like you need to take a break
You going to fast on the tape
I know these bitches can't relate
How I be dripping like a lake
It's crazy how niggas still turn on me
When loyalty don't cost a thing
I clearly see bitches ain't riding for me
Niggas ain't dying for me
I gotta be
In my own zone now, on my own now
Fuck the police yea I'm gone now
And I been crying for weeks but nobody gave me no tissue
That's why I keep rolling up to blow away these issues
This bitch keep calling talkin 'bout I got a bad attitude
Bitch get off my line go ahead and call your dude
Not tryna be rude but nobody get shit from me
Nobody getting a dime
Nobody made up this rhyme
Man I'm done wasting time
Imma stay on my grind
Yea I'm heading for the top
Nobody stealing my spot
I got this shit on lock lock lock lock
CHORUS 2
I know you got a nigga tell me something I don't know
Let me know if Imma fuck or not because I got to go
Every time you get around your friends you think that they don't know
They can see it in your face that we be fucking on the low
I came from nothing, I ain't have no bed sleeping on the floor
I was robbing I was selling drugs, tired of being broke
Know some bitches wish I never met, wish I never spoke
Know some niggas wish I never met, wish I never spoke
VERSE 2
If I ever shot a nigga block I'm coming back
Turn this bitch around I'm hopping out nigga where you at
I got a nine millimeter with a thirty on my lap
Bout to make my family proud stacking pennies Kyla Pratt
Got some killers that will shot for me that's if I ask
If you run then that nigga done shoot him in the back
And you know we coming black and white like sister act
Two twin glocks, one of the Cody one of the Zack
My brother he my brother I know my brother gon shoot for me
Never trust a bitch cause I know what that bitch a do to me
Right is right, wrong is wrong, only when you using me
Play me then I cut you off that what happens usually
My nigga Imma hop up in that pussy Imma dive it
Jackie Robinson you know Imma slide in it
Get rich or die trying, Imma die with it
You the main so don't worry about no side bitches
CHORUS 2
BRIDGE
Into that new shit
Lit like my waist
Everytime I leave she having a fit
Man I got these niggas pissed
Wishing they can flow like this
Wishing they can flow like this
Making hits after hits
To left and right Muhammad Ali in this bitch
Man it's looking tight for anybody that try to compete
Might as well step aside, yea
Y'all might as well step aside
Yeaa
CHORUS 1
New Sexy Type
Artist(s): Brit Fox & Mpax
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Writer(s):
Alan Ivan Puac (BMI) 50% / Brittany Michelle Stephenson (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Aggresive, Ballin', Boss, Braggadocious, Brash, Bravado, Cocky, Confident, Cool, Defiant, Fiery, Flaunting, Grinding, Hustle, Hustlin', Irreverent, Money, Night Life, Power, Sexy, Swagger
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Bass, Synth
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
150
Key:
F
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
New Sexy Type
NEW SEXY TYPE (CLEAN)
CHORUS
They keep ring ring ring ring-ing my line day and night
I'm that new new new new new new new sexy type
You can say what you want but I will still do what I like
I'm that new new new new new new sexy type
VERSE 1
The person you projecting to me
In the light I do not see
Baby I'm legit, no counterfeit
Money back guarantee
An investment in you
I come back multiplied times 2
wanted dead or alive like a ride or die
I'm the answer do not ask me why
All these questions not hip
I do not give a s**t I'm always doing fine
Must be a blessing to him
He on his knees every day and night
Keep on texting and s**t
Leave him on read every single time
Touch a nerve catch these fists
When I curve you hella bent
CHORUS
VERSE 2
You keep it tried and true
When coins talk for your actions yeah
When money speak for you
You can't afford distractions
Now and new
Dead blue faces in an instant view
Last one still down for the count, KO
Ask 'em, bet they know by now
I'm too Zen to give energy
To what they think amen I don't need
Got a friend in benji
To the wind they gon see
They can't catch up to me
Stack a brick to the top
The grind will never cease yeah
they hate us cuz they ain't us, b
CHORUS
BRIDGE
Mouth open all they do is gawk
When they see a boss walk
No action they all talk
Guess that's what they want
Guess that's how I'll flaunt
Worth more than six figures
Guess that's how I'll stunt
CHORUS (2X)
__________________________________
NEW SEXY TYPE (EXPLICIT)
CHORUS
They keep ring ring ring ring-ing my line day and night
I'm that new new new new new new new sexy type
You can say what you want but I will still do what I like
I'm that new new new new new new sexy type
VERSE 1
The person you projecting to me
In the light I do not see
Baby I'm legit, no counterfeit
Money back guarantee
An investment in you
I come back multiplied times 2
wanted dead or alive like a ride or die
I'm the answer do not ask me why
All these questions not hip
I do not give a shit I'm always doing fine
Must be a blessing to him
He on his knees every day and night
Keep on texting and shit
Leave him on read every single time
Touch a nerve catch these fists
When I curve you hella bent
CHORUS
VERSE 2
You keep it tried and true
When coins talk for your actions yeah
When money speak for you
You can't afford distractions
Now and new
Dead blue faces in an instant view
Last one still down for the count, KO
Ask 'em, bet they know by now
I'm too Zen to give energy
To what they think amen I don't need
Got a friend in Benji
To the wind they gon see
They can't catch up to me
Stack a brick to the top
The grind will never cease yeah
they hate us cuz they ain't us, b
CHORUS
BRIDGE
Gawk, walk, talk
Guess that's what they want
Guess that's how I'll flaunt
Worth more than six figures
Guess that's how I'll stunt
CHORUS (2X)
Porsche
Artist(s): Fancy (feat. Brit Fox)
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Writer(s):
Ashley J Davis (BMI) 50% / Brittany Michelle Stephenson (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Bad Bitch, Cars, Confident, Dancing, Drinking, Empowering, Female Empowerment, Fierce, Fiery, Flaunting, Flossy, Hustlin', Hustling, Independent, Late Nght, Luxury, Money, Night Club, Power, Provocative, Rousing, Seductive, Sexual, Slick, Strip Club, Stripper Pole, Stylish, Swagger
Instruments:
808 Bass, Bells, Drums, Organ, SFX, Synth
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
120
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Porsche
PORSCHE (Clean)
CHORUS
Throw your hands up in the air and
Swing your hips back and forth
Bend it over bust it down and
Make that n***a throw a Porsche
Make that n***a throw a Porsche
Make that n***a throw a Porsche
Bend it over bust it down and
Make that n***a throw a Porsche
VERSE 1
This one for my girls who be working that pole
Take it to the top, pop a split down low,
Shaking that ass for them dividends,
You rocking all the latest trends
I see you keep working, shake that ass
Don't stop twerking, n****s get slick
Got a couple n****s lurking,
Guns on they hips like a military sergeants
And they screaming f**k you pay me,
Getting money, do this daily and
You hating a*s hoes don't phase me
Because it's ya man who pays me
He watch me drop it low and
Shake that ass down to the flo,
He giving me all his mothaf****n dough, and
He always coming back for no more
Aye we putting down payments on a Porsche or Ferrari,
Giving no f***s no sorrys
In V.I.P. so wavy and gnarly,
With a bad b*tch named Ari
Popping big bottles that's what we do,
How the f**k you feeling, we don't have a clue, or
Better yet we don't care
Race me to the money I'll beat you there!
CHORUS (2X)
VERSE 2
Shake it like you make him wanna put a ring on it
Make him throw whatever he would actually spend on it
Got him standing at attention, he my mothaf****n soldier and
I keep him up and running like a morning cup of Folgers
Watch me break it down, these n****s love the way I do my dance and
If you wanna conversation n***a better to have them bands
Cuz money is the code that we live by,
Seaside eating shrimp and ribeyes
Diamonds on our fingernails and neck and wrist as well
We fresh just like we've been baptized
Getting big money, put it in all caps,
Hair platinum blonde, like Halle berry on baps,
Swear to god imma put my city on the map,
You give me any beat and I swear I'll snap!
I got it these b*****s know I locked up the game, ain't no doubt about it and
All these n****s that around me, ain't no guessing they all solid
A b***h real bad, got all these n****s eyes popping out they sockets
I'm blasting off into the sky, call me Ms. Johnny Rocket!
CHORUS (2X)
_____________________________________
PORSCHE (Explicit)
CHORUS (2X)
Throw your hands up in the air and
Swing your hips back and forth
Bend it over bust it down and
Make that nigga throw a Porsche
Make that nigga throw a Porsche
Make that nigga throw a Porsche
Bend it over bust it down and
Make that nigga throw a Porsche
VERSE 1
This one for my girls who be working that pole
Take it to the top, pop a split down low,
Shaking that ass for them dividends,
You rocking all the latest trends
I see you keep working, shake that ass
Don't stop twerking, niggas get slick
Got a couple niggas lurking,
Guns on they hips like a military sergeant
And they screaming fuck you pay me,
Getting money, do this daily and
You hating ass hoes don't phase me
Because it's ya man who pays me
He watch me drop it low and
Shake that ass down to the flo,
He giving me all his mothafuckin dough, and
He always coming back for more
Aye, we putting down payments on a Porsche or Ferrari,
Giving no fucks no sorrys
In V.I.P. so wavy and gnarly,
With a bad bitch named Ari
Popping big bottles that's what we do,
How the fuck you feeling, we don't have a clue, or
Better yet we don't care
Race me to the money I'll beat you there!
CHORUS (2X)
VERSE 2
Shake it like you make him wanna put a ring on it
Make him throw whatever he would actually spend on it
Got him standing at attention, he my mothafuckin soldier and
I keep him up and running like a morning cup of Folgers
Watch me break it down, these niggas love the way I do my dance and
If you wanna conversation nigga better to have them bands
Cuz money is the code that we live by,
Seaside eating shrimp and ribeyes
Diamonds on our fingernails and neck and wrist as well
We fresh just like we've been baptized
Getting big money, put it in all caps,
Hair platinum blonde, like Halle berry on baps,
Swear to god imma put my city on the map,
You give me any beat and I swear I'll snap!
I got it these bitches know I locked up the game, ain't no doubt about it and
All these niggas that around me, ain't no guessing they all solid
A bitch real bad, got all these niggas eyes popping out they sockets
I'm blasting off into the sky, call me Ms. Johnny Rocket!
CHORUS (2X)
Clean Version
CHORUS
Throw your hands up in the air and swing your hips back and forth
Bend it over bust it down and make
that n*gga throw a Porsche
Make that n*gga throw a Porsche
Make that n*gga throw a Porsche
Bend it over bust it down and make
that n*gga throw a Porsche
This one for my girls who be working that pole
Take it to the top, pop a split down low, shaking that ass for them dividends, you rocking all the latest trends I see you
Keep working, shake that ass don't stop twerking, n*ggas get slick
Got a couple n*ggas lurking, guns on they hips like a military sergeants
And they screaming f*ck you pay me, Getting money, do this daily and you hating *ss hoes don't phase me because it's ya man who pays me
He watch me drop it low and shake that ass down to the flo, he giving me all his mothaf*ckin dough, and he always coming back for no more Aye
We putting down payments on a Porsche or Ferrari, giving no f*cks no sorrys
In V.I.P. So
Wavy and gnarly, with a bad b*tch named Ari
Popping big bottles that's what we do, How the f*ck you feeling, we don't have a clue, or better yet we don't care
Race me to the money I'll beat you there!
CHORUS
Throw your hands up in the air and swing your hips back and forth
Bend it over bust it down and make
that n*gga throw a Porsche
Make that n*gga throw a Porsche
Make that n*gga throw a Porsche
Bend it over bust it down and make
that n*gga throw a Porsche
Shake it like you make him wanna put a ring on it
Make him throw whatever he would actually spend on it
Got him standing at attention, he my mothaf*ckin soldier and I keep him up and running like a morning cup of folgers
Watch me break it down, these n*ggas love the way I do my dance and if you wanna conversation
N*gga better to have them bands
Cuz money is the code that we live by, seaside eating shrimp and ribeyes
Diamonds on our fingernails and neck and wrist as well
We fresh just like we've been baptized
Getting big money, put it in all caps, hair platinum blonde, like Halle berry on baps, Swear to god imma put my city on the map, you give me any beat and I swear I'll snap!
I got it these b*txhes know I locked up the game, ain't no doubt about it and
All these n*ggas that around me, ain't no guessing they all solid
A b*tch real bad, got all these n*ggas eyes popping out they sockets
I'm blasting off into the sky, call me ms. Johnny rocket!
CHORUS
Throw your hands up in the air and swing your hips back and forth
Bend it over bust it down and make
that n*gga throw a Porsche
Make that n*gga throw a Porsche
Make that n*gga throw a Porsche
Bend it over bust it down and make
that n*gga throw a Porsche
Vibe
Artist(s): Kali J
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Writer(s):
Kali Janette Arnott (BMI) 50% / Matthew Christopher Vander Boegh (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Adrenaline, Aggressive, Attitude, Bad Bitch, Boss, Bounce, Bravado, Brazen, Confidence, Confident, Energetic, Flossing, Flossy, Gangsta, Hood, Lean, Power, Pumped Up, Shake, Streets, Style, Success, Swagga
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Chimes, Drums, SFX, Synth
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
81
Key:
F♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Vibe
VIBE (CLEAN)
VERSE 1
Coming atcha with some attitude
Spread the word cause yeah I'm coming through
I got the vibe cause honey issa mood
Like all the time yeah babe you know I do
Like knowing all the lyrics of the song
I feel like could do this all night long
It got me going going on and on
Yeah and I'm feeling like I'm 10 feet tall
So let me hear ya
PRE-CHORUS
Yeah uh huh (uh)
Yeah uh huh (yeah)
Yeah uh huh (uh)
Yeah uh huh (yeah)
(2X)
(Don't kill my vibe)
CHORUS
Issa look
I'm looking fly
I'm feeling good
Don't kill my vibe
(X2)
Vibing
Vibing
Vibing
Don't kill my vibe
(X2)
VERSE 2
Do what I want and do it every day
I got some tricks call me Cirque du Soleil
Cause I'm that chick I always get my way
Don't hate the player baby hate the game
I flip the switch and turn em off and on
You're either on the hunt or on the run
Let's get it going just like donkey Kong
So baby can I get a yeah uh huh
Let me hear you
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
BRIDGE
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
B***h don't kill my vibe
B***h don't kill my vibe
CHORUS
_________________________________
VIBE (EXPLICIT)
VERSE 1
Coming atcha with some attitude
Spread the word cause yeah I'm coming through
I got the vibe cause honey issa mood
Like all the time yeah babe you know I do
Like knowing all the lyrics of the song
I feel like could do this all night long
It got me going going on and on
Yeah and I'm feeling like I'm 10 feet tall
So let me hear ya
PRE-CHORUS
Yeah uh huh (uh)
Yeah uh huh (yeah)
Yeah uh huh (uh)
Yeah uh huh (yeah)
(2X)
(Don't kill my vibe)
CHORUS
Issa look
I'm looking fly
I'm feeling good
Don't kill my vibe
(X2)
Vibing
Vibing
Vibing
Don't kill my vibe
(X2)
VERSE 2
Do what I want and do it every day
I got some tricks call me Cirque du Soleil
Cause I'm that chick I always get my way
Don't hate the player baby hate the game
I flip the switch and turn em off and on
You're either on the hunt or on the run
Let's get it going just like donkey Kong
So baby can I get a yeah uh huh
Let me hear you
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
BRIDGE
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Bitch don't kill my vibe
Bitch don't kill my vibe
CHORUS
Winning Team
Artist(s): J.Cash The King
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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
Gotta Have It
Artist(s): Vega Heartbreak
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Writer(s):
Orlando Lamonz Rowe (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Attitude, Bling, Bravado, Cash, Cocky, Coming Up, Confident, Determined, Drive, Drug References, Druggy, Explicit Lyrics, Flaunting, Flossing, Hustle, Hypnotic, Laid Back, Limo, Making Money, Rags To Riches, Raunchy, Showing Off, St. Louis, Streets, Swagger, Trippy, Wealth, Young
Instruments:
808 Bass, Bells, Drums, Synths
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
73
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Gotta Have It
GOTTA HAVE IT (CLEAN)
INTRO
Yea, yea, yea, yea
CHORUS
From the trap that s*** made me to a savage
A** fat girl you know I had to grab it
Everyday counting lettuce smoking cabbage
I like fly s*** so I gotta have it
If I pull to date b**** you'll be embarrassed
I got veggies in the chain you see the carrots
Everyday counting lettuce smoking cabbage
I like fly s*** so I gotta have it
VERSE 1
Things changed now my n****s going legal
Bad b**** with me fine as Mona Lisa
I like her friend she got features I might leave her
Say she want to f*** Vega I believe her
Now a n**** catching plays like a receiver
I just came to kill this b**** like I'm the reaper
Ex b**** calling crying begging pleading
I just dropped yea ass off cause I ain't need ya
CHORUS
VERSE 2
From the Lou them n****s cold as December
Take ya s*** and act like they don't remember
All the n****s falling off I'm yelling timber
Young n****s getting money I'm a member
Mamma say I need some church cause I'm a sinner
Daddy used to move that bass like he a tenor
Now a n**** baller s*** that I remember
Hot Cheetos, ramen noodles just for dinner
CHORUS
----------------------------------------
GOTTA HAVE IT (EXPLICIT)
INTRO
Yea, yea, yea, yea
CHORUS
From the trap that shit made me to a savage
Ass fat girl you know I had to grab it
Everyday counting lettuce smoking cabbage
I like fly shit so I gotta have it
If I pull to date bitch you'll be embarrassed
I got veggies in the chain you see the carrots
Everyday counting lettuce smoking cabbage
I like fly shit so I gotta have it
VERSE 1
Things changed now my niggas going legal
Bad bitch with me fine as Mona Lisa
I like her friend she got features I might leave her
Say she want to fuck Vega I believe her
Now a nigga catching plays like a receiver
I just came to kill this bitch like I'm the reaper
Ex bitch calling crying begging pleading
I just dropped yea ass off cause I ain't need ya
CHORUS
VERSE 2
From the Lou them niggas cold as December
Take ya shit and act like they don't remember
All the niggas falling off I'm yelling timber
Young niggas getting money I'm a member
Mamma say I need some church cause I'm a sinner
Daddy used to move that bass like he a tenor
Now a nigga baller shit that I remember
Hot Cheetos, ramen noodles just for dinner
CHORUS
Ubetcha
Artist(s): Yaydo
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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)
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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***
Important
Artist(s): Sauce Party
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Alan Ivan Puac (BMI) 50% / Wesley Eugene Smith Jr. (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
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Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Alcohol, Bling, Boss, Car, Cash, City, Club, Cocky, Confident, Druggy, Drugs, Hustle, Hypnotic, Limo, Mean, Money, Mumble Rap, Party, Rich, Southern, Streets, Strip Club, Stripper Pole, Swagger, Thug, Tough, Trippy, VIP, Young
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
BPM:
81
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Important
CHORUS:
All my cars fast cuz they foreign
My diamonds speak another language they imported
You must be talking old news man you boring
Cuz if I do not know your name its not important
It's not important, it's not important
It's not important, it's not important
You must be talking old news man you boring
Cuz if I do not know your name it's not important
I been counting money for a week
Thought I was finished but it doubled in my sleep
My partner told me we was on I said preach
Beat the game on my own and neva cheated
Ey me and Lee be putting' on for the V
Send me the work I break it down we split the fee
Ya favorite rapper probably got his style from me
Ya favorite rapper probably got his style from me
These rappers so wack know that I ain't neva tryna go back to no racks
I won't cut these hittaz no slack fasho that wrist be blinding like a kodak post that
CHORUS
Million
Artist(s): Vega Heartbreak
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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, Trap
Keywords:
Alcohol, Bling, Car, Cash, City, Club, Desire, Determined, Dirty South, Drive, Druggy, Drugs, Flaunting, Hustle, Hypnotic, Limo, Money, Party, Rich, Southern, Streets, Stripper Pole, Swagger, Thug, Tough, Trippy, VIP, Wealth, Young
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
BPM:
65
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Million
Keep my day ones with me
Cup dirty keep it filthy
Shawty text me can she get it
But I've been way to busy
Fell in love with the 50s
Put the Hundreds in the ceiling
I swear to god I got that feeling
I just trying to get a Million (8x)
I'm just trying to get a a million
N*ggas tripping off of b*tches
they just trying to chase a dime
I'm just trying to chase a million
I'm just trying to catch a break
While n*ggas out here catching feelings
This for the n*ggas getting money thousandnaires trying to reach the first million
Swear to god I'm out my mind dressing looking like a n*gga made a million
Damn I love me some Rihanna I bet she f*ck me for a million
Million dollars all in ones I bet it stack up to the ceiling
My palms itching I can feel it
I swear to god I got that feeling
Verse 2
I'm just trying to get a million
New money not a day old
N*ggas shopping on Rodeo
Call that balling Oj Mayo
I'm just trying to get rich
In this b*txh to get rich
For them dead white boys overtime on that grave yard shift
N*ggas grew up having nothing
Why the f*ck you think we hustle
LA girls say I'm something, accent southern shhhhh but they love it
The whole city riding with me
Bombay is in my kidneys
My N*ggas smoking like some hippies
If it's about that money come and get me
All About The Benjamins
Artist(s): Vega Heartbreak
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Category:
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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
Cash Money
Artist(s): Kali J
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Publisher(s):
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Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Attitude, Bad Bitch, Boss, Bounce, Bravado, Brazen, Confidence, Confident, Cool, Edgy, Expensive, Flossing, Flossy, Gangsta, Hood, Ice, Lean, Money, Raw, Shake, Streets, Style, Swagga, Swagger
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synth
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
148
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Cash Money
CASH MONEY
CHORUS (2X)
I got the cash the money
Oooh I got the honey
Got the cash the money
Oooh my life so yummy
VERSE 1
I love it raining money it's the back drop
Boys they coming and they coming with they hats off
Cause they know I'm quick to cut it if they back talk
Yes I'm the queen I'm spending green and no I can't stop
PRE-CHORUS
Flip it and I burn it and I spend it like I earn it
And I order bottle service cause I know that I deserve it
And he ask me if I'm free tonight and I say I'm expensive
I've been working hard (woo) and you know I spend it
CHORUS (2X)
VERSE 2
Now I see I got them looking at me sideways
They call me bossy cause I like to do it my way
I hustle Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday
But you know I love it cause it's mother-loving payday
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS (4X)
Go Like Whoa
Artist(s): Kali J
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Kali Janette Arnott (BMI) 50% / Matthew Christopher Vander Boegh (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Attitude, Bad Bitch, Boss, Bounce, Bravado, Brazen, Confidence, Confident, Edgy, Flossing, Flossy, Gangsta, Hood, Lean, Power, Raw, Shake, Streets, Style, Success, Swagga, Swagger
Instruments:
808 Bass, Brass, Chimes, Drums, SFX, Synth
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
81
Key:
C♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Go Like Whoa
GO LIKE WHOA (CLEAN)
VERSE 1
If you're tryna cross me I'd forget it I'd forget about it
Better learn your place before I go and throw a fit about it
Cause I got the money with me yeah I never leave without it
We are not the same, but babe there's never been a doubt about it
Cause I am the real one and I keep it keep it so one hundred
Yeah my touch is gold I'm in control and so I keep em coming
Got em in the palm of my hand cause I can you know they love it
Just in case you don't understand it's my world I keep it running
CHORUS
Yeah I got the uh
That they love me for
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like whoa
(3X)
Yeah I got the yeah I got the uh
That they love me for
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
VERSE 2
I am at the top and you're not and it's cause I do it different
Yeah you're busy trying to fit with them I say f**k the system
You will never be anything and that's more than my opinion
Yeah I tried to tell you before but them b*****s never listen
Feminine adrenaline yeah I'm practically robotic
Gunning for the dream like a queen and I'm going super sonic
Everybody loving my style and so they try to cop it
But you'll never do it like me and that's me just being honest
CHORUS 2
Yeah I got the uh
That they love me for
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like whoa
(3X)
Yeah I got the yeah I got the uh
That they love me for
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
And I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
And I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
Yeah I got the uh
Whoa Whoa Whoa
BRIDGE
I'd forget about it
I throw a fit about it
I never leave without it
There's never been a doubt about it
I keep it so one hundred
And so I keep em coming
Yeah you know they love it
It's my world I keep it running
CHORUS 3 (2X)
Yeah I got the uh
That they love me for
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa whoa whoa
TAG (8x)
Whoa whoa whoa
____________________
GO LIKE WHOA (EXPLICIT)
VERSE 1
If you're tryna cross me I'd forget it I'd forget about it
Better learn your place before I go and throw a fit about it
Cause I got the money with me yeah I never leave without it
We are not the same, but babe there's never been a doubt about it
Cause I am the real one and I keep it keep it so one hundred
Yeah my touch is gold I'm in control and so I keep em coming
Got em in the palm of my hand cause I can you know they love it
Just in case you don't understand it's my world I keep it running
CHORUS
Yeah I got the uh
That they love me for
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like whoa
(3X)
Yeah I got the yeah I got the uh
That they love me for
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
VERSE 2
I am at the top and you're not and it's cause I do it different
Yeah you're busy trying to fit with them I say fuck the system
You will never be anything and that's more than my opinion
Yeah I tried to tell you before but them bitches never listen
Feminine adrenaline yeah I'm practically robotic
Gunning for the dream like a queen and I'm going super sonic
Everybody loving my style and so they try to cop it
But you'll never do it like me and that's me just being honest
CHORUS 2
Yeah I got the uh
That they love me for
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like whoa
(3X)
Yeah I got the yeah I got the uh
That they love me for
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
And I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
And I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
Yeah I got the uh
Whoa Whoa Whoa
BRIDGE
I'd forget about it
I throw a fit about it
I never leave without it
There's never been a doubt about it
I keep it so one hundred
And so I keep em coming
Yeah you know they love it
It's my world I keep it running
CHORUS 3 (2X)
Yeah I got the uh
That they love me for
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa whoa whoa
TAG (8x)
Whoa whoa whoa
Everyday
Artist(s): Krstos (feat. DJ Eristoo & Blaqbone)
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Writer(s):
Christopher Stephen Hicks (ASCAP) 40% / Eric Simiso Khayelihle Phungula (ASCAP) 30% / Vusumndeni Mnikathi (ASCAP) 30%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Future Bass, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alcohol, Attitude, Braggadocious, Club, Cocky, Confident, Control, Cool, Dark, Drinking, Driving, Drugs, Gangster, Getting High, Hood, Hustle, Money, Night Life, Rich, Street, Strength, Success, Swagger, Thug, World Influence, Zulu Language
Instruments:
Bass, Djembe, Drums, Piano, Synth
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
74
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Everyday
EVERYDAY (CLEAN)
CHORUS (2X)
I talk about money everyday man
Whiskey on the rocks everyday man
Smoking green leaves everyday man
I pray I pray everyday man (2X)
VERSE 1
I only talk about the moolah
I don't talk about the b*****s
I wanna get rich everyday man
I wanna see my momma happy everyday man
I'm rolling with the rich n****s
I don't talk to the broke n****s
I were gucci everyday man
I look good everyday man
If you bring me trouble
Then I'll give you double
Hey Mr. Barman give me double
I'm a hustler man
They call me boogie man
They call me killer man
I am not a bad man
I am killer man
I'm a controls killer man
I'm a controls killer man.
CHORUS (2X)
VERSE 2
Wozala [Come here]
Bambala [hold this],
Sphethimali [we have money], Sphethiyingane [we have girls], Sphethiyihlahla [we have green leaves],
We sipping Hennessy
We are Superstars,
Sishayukotini thulubheke [we wearing fancy clothes watch and learn],
We moving levels sifuni [we need a] bank,
Awthulumbeje ngobaziwala [let's spend all the money cause it's a turn up].
CHORUS (2X)
____________________________
EVERYDAY (EXPLICIT)
CHORUS (2X)
I talk about money everyday man
Whiskey on the rocks everyday man
Smoking green leaves everyday man
I pray I pray everyday man (2X)
VERSE 1
I only talk about the moolah
I don't talk about the bitches
I wanna get rich everyday man
I wanna see my momma happy everyday man
I'm rolling with the rich niggas
I don't talk to the broke niggas
I were gucci everyday man
I look good everyday man
If you bring me trouble
Then I'll give you double
Hey Mr. Barman give me double
I'm a hustler man
They call me boogie man
They call me killer man
I am not a bad man
I am killer man
I'm a controls killer man
I'm a controls killer man.
CHORUS (2X)
VERSE 2
Wozala [Come here]
Bambala [hold this],
Sphethimali [we have money], Sphethiyingane [we have girls], Sphethiyihlahla [we have green leaves],
We sipping Hennessy
We are Superstars,
Sishayukotini thulubheke [we wearing fancy clothes watch and learn],
We moving levels sifuni [we need a] bank,
Awthulumbeje ngobaziwala [let's spend all the money cause it's a turn up].
CHORUS (2X)
I Need That
Artist(s): HighRise
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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)
Sicko
Artist(s): Sauce Party
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Writer(s):
Alan Ivan Puac (BMI) 50% / Wesley Eugene Smith Jr. (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Alcohol, Bling, Boss, Car, Cash, City, Club, Cocky, Confident, Druggy, Drugs, Hustle, Hypnotic, Limo, Mean, Money, Party, Rich, Streets, Swagger, Thug, Tough, Trippy, VIP
Instruments:
808 Kick, Drums, Synths
BPM:
155
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Sicko
Sicko
PRE-CHORUS
Might just pull up the club in a coup
Treat your girl top like I do my roof (take it off)
Everybody going psycho
Shinning keep you eyes closed
Get it lit, that's all we ever do
Make the party go sicko
CHORUS
It's Going sicko
It's going sicko
It's going sicko
Watch us come alive in the night time
It's going sicko
It's going sicko
VERSE 1
Last night we was lit
I just spent like half a brick
Designer down my fit
Came in with some bands now I don't know where they went
I just spent, got it lit
Cuff yo broad, take yo chick
Hit the mall get my drip
Take a stack make it flip
That's exotic on the floor ain't no shoes in my whip
Bet it all in the bank, neva lose I just win
PRE-CHORUS
Might just pull up the club in a coup
Treat your girl top like I do my roof (take it off)
Everybody going psycho
Shinning keep you eyes closed
Get it lit, that's all we ever do
Make the party go sicko
CHORUS
It's Going sicko
It's going sicko
It's going sicko
Watch us come alive in the night time
It's going sicko
It's going sicko
VERSE 2
I went and cop me a coupe yea
I never run out of juice yea
I pull up deep with the troops yea
Better be quiet we shoot yea
I got a waddie of cash yea
Look how we body the bag yea
Oh you boyfriend getting mad yea
Look how we stunt on his a** yea
I got the ball i don't pass no
I never run out of cash flow
Oouu I'm so high I might crash though
First, you come in last though
You come in last though...
Yea!
CHORUS
Make the party go sicko
It's Going sicko
It's going sicko
It's going sicko
Watch us come alive in the night time
It's going sicko
It's going sicko
Uh Uh
Artist(s): Matisse Tsoy (feat. Vixxen)
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Writer(s):
Joelle Renee Golany (BMI) 50% / Matthew Paul Tsoy (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Attitude, Bad Ass, Bad Bitch, Boss, Chill, Cocky, Confident, Drugs, Empowered, Female Empowerment, Flirty, Flossing, Gun Shots, Guns, Hood, Laid Back, Money, Power, Quarantine, Sexual Overtones, Sexy, Shake, Smoking Weed, Streets, Strutting, Success, Swagga
Instruments:
808 Bass, Electric Guitar, Electronic Drums, Keyboard, Synth
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
139
Key:
D♯m/E♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Uh Uh
UH UH (CLEAN)
CHORUS
You say you gang gang
But how low does your chain hang
You pull that pistol out
You make that s**t go bang bang
Uh uh, uh uh
That s**t go bang bang
You pull that pistol out
You wanna have that dang thang
Uh uh, uh uh
See what you claim mane
You wanna bang bang
You wanna play this game game
Uh uh, uh uh
Let's see that chain hang
You pull that pistol out
You make that s**t go bang bang
VERSE 1
You want me for the fame
And you want me for the money
I guess you're gonna have to wrap around me like a gummy
Yeah, uh yeah I'm d**n yummy
Give me all you got
No you can't take that s**t from me, uh
I'm so hypnotic
Anything I say is honest
Bitch don't act like you forgot it
I'm the realest and the hottest
I be smoking on that product
Yeah that s**t it so erotic, uh
Yeah that's what I need
Ain't that what you wanted, uh
CHORUS
VERSE 2
You ain't even listening
You don't know what you're missing
And my diamonds shining in the light
That s**t it glistening
There ain't no social distancing
And ain't nobody witnessing
What I'm gonna f****n do to get up our conditioning
I push you back
Why don't you lay back on the sofa
We do a little yoga
We call that king cobra, uh
Turn it over
Better prove it like it owes ya
You don't tell me when it's over
Baby do it like I showed ya, uh
CHORUS
__________________________________________
UH UH (EXPLICIT)
CHORUS
You say you gang gang
But how low does your chain hang
You pull that pistol out
You make that shit go bang bang
Uh uh, uh uh
That shit go bang bang
You pull that pistol out
You wanna have that dang thang
Uh uh, uh uh
See what you claim mane
You wanna bang bang
You wanna play this game game
Uh uh, uh uh
Let's see that chain hang
You pull that pistol out
You make that shit go bang bang
VERSE 1
You want me for the fame
And you want me for the money
I guess you're gonna have to wrap around me like a gummy
Yeah, uh yeah I'm damn yummy
Give me all you got
No you can't take that shit from me, uh
I'm so hypnotic
Anything I say is honest
Bitch don't act like you forgot it
I'm the realest and the hottest
I be smoking on that product
Yeah that shit it so erotic, uh
Yeah that's what I need
Ain't that what you wanted, uh
CHORUS
VERSE 2
You ain't even listening
You don't know what you're missing
And my diamonds shining in the light
That shit it glistening
There ain't no social distancing
And ain't nobody witnessing
What I'm gonna fuckin do to get up our conditioning
I push you back
Why don't you lay back on the sofa
We do a little yoga
We call that king cobra, uh
Turn it over
Better prove it like it owes ya
You don't tell me when it's over
Baby do it like I showed ya, uh
CHORUS
Paper Scissors Rock
Artist(s): Young Medusa
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Writer(s):
Brittany Michelle Stephenson (ASCAP) 50% / Taylor Green (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Attitude, Bad Ass, Bad Bitch, Cocky, Confident, Dark, Defiant, Drugs, Empowerment, Gangs, Gangsta, Gangster, Hood, LGBTQ+, Mindfulness, Money, Playground, Provocative, Raunchy, Savage, Sexual, Spoiled, Street, Swagga, Swagger, Weird
Instruments:
808 Bass, Drums, Synth
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
146
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Paper Scissors Rock
PAPER SCISSORS ROCK (CLEAN)
VERSE 1
Dusa!! Ooooh
Shawty real life clickbait
When she want top I'm straight
Yea I'm coming home late
cause I just worked a double
All these h**s is trouble
They can't do nothing fa ya
Let alone themselves, that's why they p***y smell
Like fish, I'm that b***h, and I'm rich
in my mind
I'm so fine
I eat alkaline
what's mine always gon mine
Ain't no, "I'm shoulda been blac chyna!"
All of ya got y'all minds f****d
Make America not suck
...A f****n again
She tryna f**k again
Not today Satan
I'm with Benjamin
Grateful for my blessings man
Ima be counting til 3010
Hold up, wait
let's set the record straight
I was on sent to earth only to create
I ain't better than you cause I meditate
Some gotta love in this world of hate
Some call it death, i call it fate
I'm the reason your girlfriend m********e
Rocket h*e, her heads in space
With kids, I'm octomom
With my space, I be Tom
All I'm tryna say is I got it all
Grills, Paul wall
When in court, I'm the ball
Shopping, I'm the mall
iPhone, I'm the call
Turn her to a waterfall
CHORUS 1
Look, this f*****g world was made for me
It's so sweet, don't eat meat, I'm petite
And I'm playing dumb fucks on the street
Knick, knack, patty-whack
Don't go slow Imma give her a smack
Hopscotch, scissors, rocks
Your girlfriend gave me top
Tacos served with extra guac
She drop the top and make that pussy soda
Smokin on that yoda
Life's a rollercoaster Imma love it til it's over
VERSE 2
I roll up 18-19 times a day
All my looks slay
And I can't stop getting paid
And I'm never getting laid
I am the sun, I am the shade
I can't be the only thing that you into
I'm prioritizing my mental
F**k outside beauty, I want it in too
I f**k with this instrumental
The worlds my paper, I am the pencil
Art trap is where I beez
Kicking back under these money trees
Wishing ya girlfriend was more like me
Smoking herb rolled with banana leaves
Just tryna balance all these energies
Stop giving in to your enemies
You the only one you gotta stay true to
Stop doing the same shit you used to
Stop banging the crimson and blues toos
You taking ya own crew!
Bad boy whatchu gon do?
Whatchu gon do when they see yo hue?
Kings and Queens supposed to build and rule
CHORUS 2
Look, this f*****g world was made for me
It's so sweet, don't eat meat, I'm petite
And I'm playing double-dutch on this beat
Knick, knack, patty-whack
Don't go far Imma give her back
Paper, sci-sci-scissors, rocks
Your girlfriend gave me top
Tacos served with extra guac
Then she drop the top and make that p***y soda
Smokin on that yoda
Life's a rollercoaster Imma love it til it's over, yeah
CHORUS 3
This f*****g world was made for me
It's so sweet, don't eat meat, I'm petite
And I'm playing double-dutch on this beat
Knick, knack, patty-whack
Don't go far Imma give her back
Hopscotch, scissors, rocks
Your girlfriend gave me top
Tacos served with extra guac
And then she drop the top and make that p***y soda
Smokin on that yoda
Life's a rollercoaster Imma love it til it's over, yeah
___________________________________________________
PAPER SCISSORS ROCK (EXPLICIT)
VERSE 1
Dusa!! Ooooh
Shawty real life clickbait
When she want top I'm straight
Yea I'm coming home late
cause I just worked a double
All these hoes is trouble
They can't do nothing fa ya
Let alone themselves, that's why they pussy smell
Like fish, I'm that bitch, and I'm rich
in my mind
I'm so fine
I eat alkaline
what's mine always gon be mine
Ain't no, "I'm shoulda been blac chyna!"
All of ya got y'all minds fucked
Make America not suck
...A fuckin 'gain
She tryna fuck again
Not today Satan
I'm with Benjamin
Grateful for my blessings man
Ima be counting til 3010
Hold up, wait
let's set the record straight
I was on sent to earth only to create
I ain't better than you cause I meditate
Some gotta love in this world of hate
Some call it death, i call it fate
I'm the reason your girlfriend masturbate
Rocket hoe, her heads in space
With the kids, I'm octomom
With my space, I be Tom
All I'm tryna say is I got it all
Grills, Paul wall
When in court, I'm the ball
Shopping, I'm the mall
iPhone, I'm the call
Turn her to a waterfall
CHORUS 1
Look, this fucking world was made for me
It's so sweet, don't eat meat, I'm petite
And I'm playing dumb fucks on the street
Knick, knack, patty-whack
Don't go slow Imma give her a smack
Hopscotch, scissors, rocks
Your girlfriend gave me top
Tacos served with extra guac
She drop the top and make that pussy soda
Smokin on that yoda
Life's a rollercoaster Imma love it til it's over
VERSE 2
I roll up 18-19 times a day
All my looks slay
And I can't stop getting paid
And I'm never getting laid
I am the sun, I am the shade
I can't be the only thing that you into
I'm prioritizing my mental
Fuck outside beauty, I want it in too
I fuck with this instrumental
The worlds my paper, I am the pencil
Art trap is where I beez
Kicking back under these money trees
Wishing ya girlfriend was more like me
Smoking herb rolled with banana leaves
Just tryna balance all these energies
Stop giving in to your enemies
You the only one you gotta stay true to
Stop doing the same shit you used to
Stop banging the crimson and blues toos
You taking ya own crew!
Bad boy whatchu gon do?
Whatchu gon do when they see yo hue?
Kings and Queens supposed to build and rule
CHORUS 2
Look, this fucking world was made for me
It's so sweet, don't eat meat, I'm petite
And I'm playing double-dutch on this beat
Knick, knack, patty-whack
Don't go far Imma give her back
Paper, sci-sci-scissors, rocks
Your girlfriend gave me top
Tacos served with extra guac
Then she drop the top and make that pussy soda
Smokin on that yoda
Life's a rollercoaster Imma love it til it's over, yeah
CHORUS 3
This fucking world was made for me
It's so sweet, don't eat meat, I'm petite
And I'm playing double-dutch on this beat
Knick, knack, patty-whack
Don't go far Imma give her back
Hopscotch, scissors, rocks
Your girlfriend gave me top
Tacos served with extra guac
And then she drop the top and make that pussy soda
Smokin on that yoda
Life's a rollercoaster Imma love it til it's over, yeah
No Debate
Artist(s): LueMega
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Writer(s):
Jessica S. Ekundare (BMI) 50% / Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Attitude, Bad Bitch, Boss, Bounce, Bravado, Brazen, Cocky, Confidence, Confident, Dominate, Edgy, Flossing, Flossy, Gangsta, Hood, Lean, Money, Power, Raw, Shake, Standing Out, Streets, Style, Success, Swagga
Instruments:
808 Bass, Drums, Synth
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
87
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
No Debate
NO DEBATE
INTRO
They keep coming for me
They wanna see me fall
But ain't never coming down
VERSE 1
I just tore up your resume
Undesirable candidate
Tried to try me on everything but can't find the time to authenticate
I just caught you on bad day?
Never gonna compare to me
Lies and divisive tactics
Sadly you can't catch me
Any day
Don't wanna
Admit it
You jealous
I get it
The way that
I'm trending
It's hard to
Forget it
I see how you dread it
I'm reigning steady
I been on the top and you can't stand it
I will come down when I'm good and ready
PRE-CHORUS
Let it, let it, let it go
Let it, let it, let it go
Exit out the back door
You tryin' but you can't replace the one and only
No debate
CHORUS (2X)
No debate
No debate
No debate
Dominating no debate
No debate
No debate
No debate
I'm dominating no debate
VERSE 2
Yeah I ain't finished yet
It's only the beginning
Don't see you as a threat
The state of mind of winning
You say name a time and place
You trying but you can't replace
The only and only from the gate
No debate
VERSE 3
Now you know I'm about business
Money long and I manage
Count the commas in my bank account
And one tenth is gone in a minute
And just like anybody
Who's a pillar of society
You will find me at a five star
With some other dignitaries
It's the lifestyle of a maven
Everybody's raving
Saying I'm amazing
And I'm such an inspiration
Yeah
Put all the work I in
So determined
Fire burnin'
Wrist is frozen
In my zone
Yeah I am chosen
And you know it
Ahhhhh
Try to study
Everything about me
But you fail to know and understand
The inner power I embody
Can't find nobody
No carbon copy
You feeling froggy tryna knock me?
Still tryna to stop me?
(Humph)
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS (2X)
Flooded
Artist(s): J.Cash The King
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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:
Against the Odds, Aggressive, Attitude, Back Story, Badass, Ballers, Ballin', Boss, City, Club, Cocky, Confidence, Cool, Empowerment, Energetic, Energized, Family Appreciation, Hood, Hustle, Money, Overcoming Adversity, Overcoming Obstacles, Overcoming Struggle, Powerful, Rich, Streets, Strutting, Success, Swagga, Swagger, Tough, Triumphant, Winning
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synth
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
79
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Flooded
FLOODED (CLEAN)
CHORUS (2X)
All my diamonds, flooded
All my chains, flooded
Out here getting Money
All the h**s love it
Keep the bag comin'
All the h**s love it
Keep the bag comin'
Pockets full of money
VERSE 1
You with the s**t I got the wave
Money be long it's in a safe
These new n****z they in the way
All in my business I feel a way
Want more money a mil a day
You don't want beef that's Chick-fil-a
I keep a tool on the waist
Don't mess with me when I'm the space
I need it all (I need it all)
I want it all
I'm tryna ball
If I make a call (If I make a call)
Then it get gone
When it get gone
What you was talking was all lies
I stay connected like mob ties
My money matter like all lives
Black people love me at all times
You could never take my spot I worked too hard for this
Prayed every night I talked to God for this
Know a couple n****z quit they job for this
Drip keep me froze on my arm n wrist
I am the man, a master mind
I get it done, action time
I get upset, blast the 9
Without jewelry still shine
Look, we gone get it poppin bruh whenever we on
Just have that bag ready if you calling my phone
CHORUS (2X)
VERSE 2
Cash is the King and I'm Flooded forever
You know I'm clever
Back in the jungle I'm Lion
Picked Number 1 like Zion
When it's all said n done icon
My flow hot like cayenne
I need a Grammy do this for family
Back when no food was up in the pantry
Me and my granny would pull up in Camry
I was so antsy to grow up
Now I'm grown up, got it sewn up
Til I've blown up No C4
Yeah I'm Fly no G4 I'm on a flight
Reachin new heights
Never graduated college
I did a remix with knowledge
I don't talk about it I'm bout it
Catch a body shout out Cleo I'm CEO
Remember I was pushing that geo
Kick flows torpedoes cashing out casinos
You already know I'm the greatest don't debate it face it
Diamonds all black they racist I cannot change shit
Happy I made it know they gone hate it
This what I do on a song I'm in my zone
I cannot do no wrong but don't get me wrong
I got the right u could not fathom
I kill s**t at random rap with a passion
You already know I'm back n I'm blasting fantastic
This what happens when give the last shot to an assassin
_______________________________________________
FLOODED (EXPLICIT)
CHORUS (2X)
All my diamonds, flooded
All my chains, flooded
Out here getting Money
All the hoes love it
Keep the bag comin'
All the hoes love it
Keep the bag comin'
Pockets full of money
VERSE 1
You with the shit I got the wave
Money be long it's in a safe
These new niggaz they in the way
All in my business I feel a way
Want more money a mil a day
You don't want beef that's Chick-fil-a
I keep a tool on the waist
Don't mess with me when I'm the space
I need it all (I need it all)
I want it all
I'm tryna ball
If I make a call (If I make a call)
Then it get gone
When it get gone
What you was talking was all lies
I stay connected like mob ties
My money matter like all lives
Black people love me at all times
You could never take my spot I worked too hard for this
Prayed every night I talked to God for this
Know a couple niggaz quit they job for this
Drip keep me froze on my arm n wrist
I am the man, a master mind
I get it done, action time
I get upset, blast the 9
Without jewelry still shine
Look, we gone get it poppin bruh whenever we on
Just have that bag ready if you calling my phone
CHORUS (2X)
VERSE 2
Cash is the King and I'm Flooded forever
You know I'm clever
Back in the jungle I'm Lion
Picked Number 1 like Zion
When it's all said n done icon
My flow hot like cayenne
I need a Grammy do this for family
Back when no food was up in the pantry
Me and my granny would pull up in Camry
I was so antsy to grow up
Now I'm grown up, got it sewn up
Til I've blown up No C4
Yeah I'm Fly no G4 I'm on a flight
Reachin new heights
Never graduated college
I did a remix with knowledge
I don't talk about it I'm bout it
Catch a body shout out Cleo I'm CEO
Remember I was pushing that geo
Kick flows torpedoes cashing out casinos
You already know I'm the greatest don't debate it face it Diamonds all black they racist I cannot change shit
Happy I made it know they gone hate it
This what I do on a song I'm in my zone
I cannot do no wrong but don't get me wrong
I got the right u could not fathom
I kill shit at random rap with a passion
You already know I'm back n I'm blasting fantastic
This what happens when give the last shot to an assassin
Ready
Artist(s): IamViix
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Writer(s):
Marco Cian (SOCAN) 40% / Pete Momarr Scott (BMI) 20% / Zarnoosh Bilimoria (SOCAN) 40%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
After Party, Aggressive, City, Club, Cocky, Confident, Dark, Dope, Druggy, Drugs, Edgy, Eerie, Getting High, Gritty, Hypnotic, Party, Power, Sports, Streets, Swagger, Thug, Tough, Trippy
Instruments:
808 Kick, Bass, Drums, Percussion, Synths
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
100
Key:
Bm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Ready
READY
PRE-CHORUS
Taking off like rocket
Move too fast can't stop it
Got pull corner pocket
Yeah (3X)
CHORUS
Cause I'm ready, ready
Cause I'm ready
VERSE 1
I'm ready to take off like a rocket,
And it's no way that you can try to stop it,
I'm so high right now, higher than a cockpit,
I'm so high right now I think I might need myself a pilot
So fly and don't got no stylist,
Don't drive less it got no mileage
No time since got this on my wrist
Too sick, too sick like it's virus
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Ready to take off like a rocket
When my team link, it's a mosh pit
Zoom too fast can't stop it,
No hands, autopilot,
No keys, push, start driving,
Zoom (3X)
CHORUS
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
Win It Every Time
Artist(s): WEARETHEGOOD
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Writer(s):
Ignacio Saucedo (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:
Attitude, Ballers, Ballin', Basketball, Boss, Cash, Champion, City, Club, Cocky, Confident, Game, Hustle, Hypnotic, Money, Mumble Rap, Pumped Up, Swagger, Thug, Tough, Trippy, Triumphant, VIP, Victorious, Winning
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
170
Key:
F♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Win It Every Time
WIN IT EVERY TIME
PRE-CHORUS
Yea You know I don't miss (no I can't)
If I ever get to ball I'm shoot it I'm swish swish swish
And I'm going for the V
Waited my whole life, so if it up to me
CHORUS
I'm win it every time every time every time
Every time every time every time
If the game on the line on the line
Then I'm win it every time every time cuz
I can't lose (4x)
Every time every time every time (2x)
I'm win it every time
VERSE 1
Hopped off the flight to another one
We just got a dub I need another one
And I'm repping for the Home team
Champion I need a whole ring
I don't ever shrink away from the battle
All these boys getting beat like a paddle
Put you under my feet like the gravel
Here the judge come listen for the gavel
I don't ever run from it man, each game I need hun'ed bands
Dunk on ya with da funny dance, in the sky like the Son of Man
Gimme dat gimme dat gimme dat
Going for the goal yea I'm getting that
Finish dat finish dat finish dat finish dat
I be over here where the winners
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
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