Tracks Similar To Swoop It Up
Get It Crackin'
Artist(s): M.C
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Writer(s):
Marvin David Williamson (ASCAP) 50% / Orlando Lamonz Rowe (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
2000s, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
After Party, Alcohol, Booze, Carefree, Club, Cocky, Confident, Cool, Dance Club, Danceable, Drinking, Hooking Up, Hotel, Money, Partying, Posse, Retro, Rowdy, Sex, Sexual Overtones, Swagger, Turning Up
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synth
Year Recorded:
2008
BPM:
80
Key:
G♯m/A♭m
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Get It Crackin'
GET IT CRACKIN
CHORUS
We got Goose in the front, mo' bottles in back (mo' bottles in back)
We to the telly where the models is at (where the models is at)
Ain't no perhaps when we bout to get it crackin
This the type of life I live before I started rappin'
Goose, Goose in the front, mo' bottles in back (mo' bottles in back)
We to the telly where the models is at (where the models is at)
Ain't no perhaps when, we bout to get it crackin'
This the type of life I live before I started rappin'
VERSE 1
I say it's easy to see that M.C got hits (that M.C got hits)
Now in this game man I got a tight grip (man I got a tight grip)
Ain't no way I might slip, I might fall
I'm not slowing down, not even a slight pause
What makes you think I wanna be like y'all
Now you don't like me, well, I don't like y'all
Sport car, sittin' quite tall
20 inches up under me
All you haters up under me,
I, know you can't stomach me (uh uh)
Cuz a couple of grand, serious money for you
Man that's some fun for me
Lunch money
A, let's go get sum'n to eat
A, for all that cats that run wit me
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Pull Up Stop Park,
Rims stop too
Spinners on my other whip
These rims don't move
I'm so cool and showing off a little (a little)
Man I can't help it lil' dirty doing his thizzle
But let's face it
It's mine for the taking
All you other rappers just have patience (patience)
But let's face it
It's mine cuz I'm blazin'
More than half of you rappers just faking
CHORUS
VERSE 3
I walk in (hey M.C) and all attention on me
The Rich City Boy, Get It Boy, M.C (M.C.)
And I'm headed to room 303, 04, and 05
5-0 not quite
We get it crackin' so you know it's not quiet
Twins in the bed
And they say they not dice
Man I can help it you know this my life
When Chingy text me what's poppin'?
Man, this is what I replied:
CHORUS (2X)
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)
When The Lights Go Down
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
Keywords:
Carefree, Celebrate, Club, Cocky, Confident, Cool, Cruising, Dance Floor, Debauchery, Drinking, Drugs, Explicit Lyrics, Frat House, Fun, Good Time, Late Night, Marijuana, Night Club, Party, Playful, Smoke, Smoking, Strip Club, Swagger, Trap, Weed
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
BPM:
70
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
When The Lights Go Down
CHORUS:
Green is in my blunt
Purple in my cup
Pour it up
Girl drink all you, say you had enough
Throw it up
Realest in the city getting money
Yea you know it's Us
We don't ever die we come alive when the lights go down
Light it up this youngin smoking trees
This youngin popping pagne
For all my victories
Got on about 30 chains
they call me Mr Freeze
One I never do
I don't do s*** for free
First thing in thinking about
What she gone do for me
If she see 50 coming
Is she going to help me flee
Go flush them Os and Ps
You know we play for keeps
We setting records in this b****
Go and call Ripleys
CHORUS
I'm just a b***** child
I'm feeling ratchet now
Balling like I'm claiming 10 kids on my taxes now
You getting super swerved
I'm getting super rode
She say I drive her crazy
She say you super drove
Young n***** came from nothing
I'm talking ebt, couldn't afford no cable
Antenna on my tv
Now we in Mercedes Gs
Spending Rap money
Fresher than a n**** who just got his tax money
Right Now
Artist(s): Tay F. 3rd
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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
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
Pilots
Artist(s): CaiNo
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Writer(s):
Marcus Cohen (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
After Party, Bedroom, Bling, Chill, City, Club, Cocky, Confident, Cool, Dance, Dreamy, Druggy, Enticing, Flight, Flirtatious, Flying, High, Hypnotic, Intoxicated, Jewelry, Limo, Party, Sexy, Smooth, Strip Club, Stripper Pole, Swagger, Trippy, Vibe, Vibey
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Pads, Piano, Synths
BPM:
80
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Pilots
CHORUS:
Shh, Be quiet
Nothing left to do but just vibe
it's time to touch the sky like we pilots
Touch the sky like we pilots
Ooh we flying. I don't think you ever been this high
yea we gonna touch the sky like we pilots. touch the sky like we pilots
You know you're down for the ride
I'm a show you how it's done right
Touch the sky like we pilots. Touch the sky like we pilots
Feel the motion flowin' inside
Let go have the time of your life touch the sky like we pilots
Touch the sky like with pilots
Tell me as you digging what I'm putting forth
or is it buried much too deeply closer to the core.
May be you gave your heart too freely to the one before
right now is all about the feeling check your problems at the door
You like where this is going, then move a little closer
Put your hands up like you're on a roller coaster
Dip it low then back up to attention like a soldier
Yeah I know I said I wanna get to know ya, but first you gotta
CHORUS
Yes just a feeling that we get gonna touch the ceiling no regrets then forget
Anything that happened previous tonight was just a test reading for the lead role top billing it's your destiny
Top floor suite everybody feel the beat. While the bass overtaking your body till complete
I know I said I want to get to know you but first I gotta show ya
close your eyes baby
CHORUS
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
Ubetcha
Artist(s): Yaydo
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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.
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 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)
The Night Life
Artist(s): Slaz
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Writer(s):
Brittany Michelle Stephenson (ASCAP) 34% / George Jr Salazar (BMI) 33% / Johnny Russell Burke (ASCAP) 33%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 33% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 67%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Alternative R&B, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Neo Soul, Urban Alternative
Keywords:
Advice, Alcohol, Atmospheric, Bad Company, Boozing, Cautionary, Chill, Conscious Rap, Downbeat, Dreamy, Drug References, Explicit Lyrics, Fast Living, Floating, Hazy, Hypnotic, Jazzy, Laid Back, Late Night, Lush, Moody, Nocturnal, Rooftop, Smooth, Social Dynamics, Soulful, Story Telling, Vibey
Instruments:
Drums, Electric Bass, Electric Guitars, Electric Piano, Percussion, Shakers, Synth
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
80
Key Modulation:
Dm to N/A
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
The Night Life
THE NIGHT LIFE (CLEAN)
CHORUS
The night life will swallow you whole
And the people you're with damage your soul
'Cause when the night life comes to a close
Is when the sunlight shows you who's close
VERSE
Cocaine, captain and coke
I need a smoke
Suppressing everything until I float
I need boat
No brain, I ain't trying to think
I need to cope
And this no name
Trying to take me home
I need to stroke
I feel no pain, novacane
Attention like a drug
Everybody knows my name
Not everybody's showing love
Claiming that they're in the game
Just because I'm coming up
But if they were doing good
They wouldn't feel the need to strut
And that's true facts
Why you gotta do that?
I'm just trying to chill and vibe and kick it
Where my dudes at
So get the f*** up out my face
I don't know you, I don't owe you
Anything or time of day
Someone get me out this place
I done had too much to drink
I knew I never should've came
I been here too long, and it's taking a toll
I pay my tab and call a cab
Let's go, I'm ready to roll
CHORUS
BRIDGE
'Cause the night life will swallow you whole
And the people you're with damage your soul
'Cause when the night life comes to a close
Is when the sunlight shows you who's close
CHORUS
TAG
The night life will swallow you whole
And the people you're with damage your soul
----------------------------------------
THE NIGHT LIFE (EXPLICIT)
CHORUS
The night life will swallow you whole
And the people you're with damage your soul
'Cause when the night life comes to a close
Is when the sunlight shows you who's close
VERSE
Cocaine, captain and coke
I need a smoke
Suppressing everything until I float
I need boat
No brain, I ain't trying to think
I need to cope
And this no name
Trying to take me home
I need to stroke
I feel no pain, novacane
Attention like a drug
Everybody knows my name
Not everybody's showing love
Claiming that they're in the game
Just because I'm coming up
But if they were doing good
They wouldn't feel the need to strut
And that's true facts
Why you gotta do that?
I'm just trying to chill and vibe and kick it
Where my dudes at
So get the fuck up out my face
I don't know you, I don't owe you
Anything or time of day
Someone get me out this place
I done had too much to drink
I knew I never should've came
I been here too long, and it's taking a toll
I pay my tab and call a cab
Let's go, I'm ready to roll
CHORUS
BRIDGE
'Cause the night life will swallow you whole
And the people you're with damage your soul
'Cause when the night life comes to a close
Is when the sunlight shows you who's close
CHORUS
TAG
The night life will swallow you whole
And the people you're with damage your soul
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)
The Realest
Artist(s): CaiNo
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Writer(s):
Marcus Cohen (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Midwest Rap, Rap, Underground Rap
Keywords:
Attitude, Bouncy, Bragging, Bravado, City, Cocky, Confident, Drinking, Druggy, Edgy, Explicit Lyrics, Flossing, Gangsta, Gangster, Gritty, Hood, Intoxicated, Laid Back, Minimalist, Money, Party, Partying, Raw, Street Smart, Streets, Swagger, Thug
Instruments:
Drums, Percussion, Synth Bass
Year Recorded:
2018
BPM:
80
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
The Realest
THE REALEST (CLEAN)
CHORUS
He the realest
The illest no disputing
He the realest
Got genius runnin thru his double helix
Always give 100 so you feel this
Cuz he the realest
VERSE 1
He the realest
And by he I mean me
I make music that comes through your TV or MP3
My CD is so sick that they call the CDC
Now they quarantined me in my homie SUV
I'm a f***** SOB
P L O T constantly
My melody rock to sleep
Intelligent as I b (be)
I C (see), supplying the ID
IE, for example I'd F your GF put it UP on IG
Been kickin since 83 I'm a OG
All these newbies stealin flows kinda owe me
They on so much codeine, the probably gonna OD
While I sit alone sippin a 4 0 of OE
I kill the lights O F F
Gonna hold the M I C till there's no one left
F L O S S
The best, no BS
Best G O H O M E and spell check
CHORUS
VERSE 2
I'm the realest, the B O S S
I call all O F the S H O T S
Take a trip down to OBX
Then hit the H20 hopin she be DTF
EZ, if she not, she could be my BFF
Drink some E&J and see what it leads to next
She said LOL, I said SMH
Took a jet to MIA for the 2nd date
Never been a second late
Ballin like the NBA
I make all my CPA's sign a NDA so they never say
Got you under watch like I'm the NSA
And esse, better watch your B A C K 'for I spray like MGK
Everybody in the G A M E selling out
Guess that's why I had to F U C K I N spell it out
CHORUS
BRIDGE
I'm the R E A L, yeah the realest
I'm the R E A L, yeah the realest
I'm the R E A L, yeah the realest
I'm the R E A L, who the realest
Put your hands up real high, if you the realest
Put your hands up real high, if you the realest
Put your hands up real high, if you the realest
Put your hands up, Put your hands up
CHORUS
---------------------------------------------
THE REALEST (EXPLICIT)
CHORUS
He the realest
The illest no disputing
He the realest
Got genius runnin thru his double helix
Always give 100 so you feel this
Cuz he the realest
VERSE 1
He the realest
And by he I mean me
I make music that comes through your TV or MP3
My CD is so sick that they call the CDC
Now they quarantined me in my homie SUV
I'm a fuckin SOB
P L O T constantly
My melody rock to sleep
Intelligent as I b (be)
I C (see), supplying the ID
IE, for example I'd F your GF put it UP on IG
Been kickin since 83 I'm a OG
All these newbies stealin flows kinda owe me
They on so much codine, the probably gonna OD
While I sit alone sippin a 4 0 of OE
I kill the lights O F F
Gonna hold the M I C till there's no one left
F L O S S
The best, no BS
Best G O H O M E and spell check
CHORUS
VERSE 2
I'm the realest, the B O S S
I call all O F the S H O T S
Take a trip down to OBX
Then hit the H20 hopin she be DTF
EZ, if she not, she could be my BFF
Drink some E&J and see what it leads to next
She said LOL, I said SMH
Took a jet to MIA for the 2nd date
Never been a second late
Ballin like the NBA
I make all my CPA's sign a NDA so they never say
Got you under watch like I'm the NSA
And esse, better watch your B A C K 'for I spray like MGK
Everybody in the G A M E selling out
Guess that's why I had to F U C K I N spell it out
CHORUS
BRIDGE
I'm the R E A L, yeah the realest
I'm the R E A L, yeah the realest
I'm the R E A L, yeah the realest
I'm the R E A L, who the realest
Put your hands up real high, if you the realest
Put your hands up real high, if you the realest
Put your hands up real high, if you the realest
Put your hands up, Put your hands up
CHORUS
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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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, 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
Let Go
Artist(s): CaiNo
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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:
Entertainment News, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, Rap
Keywords:
Bright, Carefree, Carpe Diem, Club, College, Dance, Drinking, Flirty, Frat, Freedom, Fun, Girls, Good Time, Hanging Out, Happy, High School, House Party, Joy, Laid Back, Late Night, Loose, Moment, Party, Playful, Positive, Sexy, Spring Break, Summer, Young, Youth, Youthful
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Hand Claps, Piano, Scratches, Synth
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
105
Key:
B♭
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Let Go
Let go
Let your hair down baby let's roll
Bring all the friends that you can fit up in the Rolls
And we can do this all day, we can do this all night
If you thinkin that you diggin let me know
Let your mind relax and unwind
I been flirtin wit ya girl for sometime
And if we just let the song play
It cannot be the wrong way
Follow me so we can let go
Tell if your down to make a change in your life
I got the perfect remedy for all of your strife
You been workin so hard but your life is hardly workin
And the lines are getting blurred and that's all that you know for certain
But with just a little dose of the perfect blend of a drink
And the music that we're grooving to got you startin to think
That maybe you could put away your fears for the moment
And just hold my hand while we dance
Let's just float away
CHORUS
I see you like the words that I'm sayin
The DJ keeps spinnin it back let it replay
Dude I do this with my crew like every single day
So the party's never over till the music goes away
We got the drinks flowin, bottles on deck
Getting horny the way shorty is kissin up on my neck
Told her that we're leavin shortly but surely she's gotta pour me
Another glass of the vodka got my vision obscuring
With me it's never boring baby party all the time
From the night until the morning baby I'ma make you mine
To the sky is where we're soaring baby ain't no wait in line
Let go of all of your inhibitions leave it all behind
As we approach the intermission baby let me ease the tension
Anything you want you can have it
Oh did I mention I'm the best
The way I'm flowin got all of my money growin
So let's take another shot and embrace the moment
CHORUS
We In The Building
Artist(s): Monk da Monsta
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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:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Adrenaline, Attitude, Basketball, Bounce, Club, Cocky, Competition, Confident, Determined, Dirty, Drinking, Excited, Explicit Lyrics, Face Off, Football, Game Time, Going Out, Gutter, Match, Mean, Money, Party, Posse, Power, Pumped Up, Raw, Showdown, Sports, Squad, Strip Club, Swagger, Team, Winning
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Hand Claps, Synths
BPM:
94
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
We In The Building
Caino beats, we here baby
monsta, gme, uh
its a new day
VERSE 1
All fresh bout to see what the night brings
should i hit em hard or hit em wit da light bling
whip tight, fresh shock detail
fresh black ice sent mixed with the weed smell
roof open, AC bumpng thou
i prolly do about a duece but im driving slow
i gotta make sure they see me
i talk a lot of s*** so i make them believe me
they fresh linguine, stuck like hemi
dey can take 100 shots but i got 1 that lean em
pockets stay creamy, yea you know I'm about mine
N***** think dey on, then I'm out an its drought time
un, man my whole team chewing
my squad been balling since the knicks had Ewing
I'm not you I'm poppin' bottle at the bar
you in here tryna drawl, im tryna holla at a star
CHORUS
Cuz a party ain't a party less we in da building
we in da buildin, we in da building
a party aint a party less we in da building
we in da building, we in da building
a party aint a party less we in da building
we in da building, we in da building
a party aint a party less we in da building
we in da building, we in da building
VERSE 2
Shorty bad Louis V everything
you kno me I'm just thinking bout everything
getting her name, eyeing her frame
tryna see if I'm the type she let slide in her lane, un
an if am then shorty we can ride out
take you to the hide out, an maybe we can wild out
un, an baby we don't need the lox
I ain't talking bout the lox, im talking bout the locks
we home alone, shorty leave ya phone alone
only sound I'm tryna hear is if you scream an moan
so gone I'm like life wit no bail
my eyes sharp i break it down wit no scale
un, an u can bet its on
an i bet by the time i touch town its gone
only kno is two things is what i say is tru
an when it comes to n town we make it do what it do
CHORUS
VERSE 3
Man I don't even see ya'll lames
matter fact, man i dont even kno ya'll names
I just keep on moving, while the rest stay loosing
N***** sware they balling its a damn illusion
where da drinks, where da kush, where da piff an hen
long as the DJ don't stop, I'ma get it in
yeah shorty looking good but i like her friend
even thou a n**** from the hood I'm a gentleman
Caino beats gotchu bouncing like a pogo
asking who running shit, you acting like you dont kno
GME fasho yo, shinning like soul glo
yea i gotta squad but i can ride out solo
Norristown cant nobody do it better
dis is for the ones home, an ones im reaching by letter
m monsta man the bol never slack
i got hard around the clock putting town up on the map
CHORUS
OUTRO
Shorty bouce like the cops coming
shorty bounce like the cops coming
shorty bounce like the cops coming
shorty bounce like the cops coming
pose like you drop something
pose like you drop something
pose like you drop something
Fast Life
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, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Bedroom, Cash, Celebration, Chill, City, Club, Date, Explicit Lyrics, Fashion, Flirtatious, Going Out, Hot Tub, Late Night, Limo, Love, Material, Money, Party, Rich, Romantic, Sex, Shallow, Shopping, Slick, Smooth, Spoiled
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
BPM:
69
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Fast Life
She do, she do, she do all the things I hate but I love it
She do all type of bad for that bag yeah,
But I love it love it when she shake that a** yeah
Want a n**** just like me to spend that cash yea
Passenger in that V going fast yea
Micheal Jackson Billy Jean
She Just want the fast life
She just want that fast life
Tell all her friends and brag like
He just bought my bag like
He just spent some racks right
She just want the fast life...yeah (Repeat 2x)
Verse 1
What you want from me
Say you want time I give you time say you want money
You so confused you chasing likes I see you running
Live in the Dark Die for the lights you know it's coming, you know it's coming yea
And Girl I see you
Somebody side bitch on the sideline for the season
Dance with the devil in the red dress she so evil
The underworld she doing s*** that's barely legal, that's barely legal yeah
Pre Hook
Making n***** fall in love head over hills probably catch a body for her
They love take her home to mama, she just love shopping all she want is Tom Ford
Gucci Gucci, Louie, Louie Hermes and Chanel bunch other s*** that I can't even tell
If they get her everything she wanted I can never even blame her for it
Repeat Hook
Verse 2
Wait a second text the reverend tell em shawty she been having sex
Viewers discretion is advised since a adolescent
She want it all she been aggressive
She's been having session dropped out of school said f*** a lesson
Now she on a pole, picked up the money off the flo
Now she hit the road, she found a n**** with some doe
That's the day her life changed ain't been the same since, for that lifestyle shawty shameless
Repeat Pre Hook
Hook
(We Gon' Be) Up All Night
Artist(s): D. Cope
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Writer(s):
Desmond Copeland (ASCAP) 25% / James Desmond (ASCAP) 25% / Panauh Kalayeh (ASCAP) 25% / Rayvaughn Vernon (ASCAP) 25%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, R&B, Reality TV
Keywords:
Bedroom, Chill, Cocky, Confident, Cool, Desire, Hot Tub, Intimate, Late Night, Romance, Seductive, Sexual, Sexy, Slick, Smooth
Instruments:
808, Bass, Drums, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
73
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
(We Gon' Be) Up All Night
CHORUS:
I'm never to tired to put in work
You gon have to call into work
Imma do your body just right
Baby we gonna be up all night
Up all night, we gon be up all night (we up)
Girl we gon, we gon be up all night
Girl this might, this might, might change your life
Girl you so bad with your dress on
No, no you don't, don't need lee press on's
You wake up with no make-up and you flawless
They on you regardless
Imma have to lock it down (not a misdemeanor)
And imma have to put it down (shake it like a seizure)
Said hold up
Where you going girl
The way you walking
Looks like you're swollen girl
You know what
I want you girl
Let me in your world
I'm gonna rock your world
No I never seen a body like you
I want you baby, I want you baby
You drive me, you drive me crazy
CHORUS
Up all night, we gon be up all night (we up)
Put It Up High
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Bouncy, Carefree, Celebrate, Cocky, Cool, Cruising, Dance Floor, Debauchery, Drinking, Drugs, Frat House, Fun, Good Time, Late Night, Night Club, Party, Playful, Strip Club, Swag, Swagger, Trap
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
BPM:
80
Key:
C
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Put It Up High
Verse 1
We faded cuz we made it, celebrate it cuz we own it/
take it in and hold it, pass it to the left before you blow it/
it's the crew you wanna roll with, no looking back just stepping foward/
put it up in the air, if they got a grudge then they can hold it/
we ain't seeing that, being that they know wassup/
we just trying to get, soaking wet, so fill up a cup/
trying to slide up to a fly chick who's given it up/
riding with no seatbelt living it up, not giving a what/
Chorus
yah we put it up high, yah we put it high/
holding whatever gets us in the vibe when we ride/
yah we put it up high, yah we put it high/
take it in and hold it disappear into the sky/
yah we swerving, trying not to spill our drinks/
yah we swerving, music so loud can't even think/
the party don't stop every night of the week/
the next night, put the last night on repeat
the next night, put the last night on repeat
the next night, put the last night on repeat
Verse 2
turning it up, letting it bang, doin our thang/
ain't caring who's staring, you glaring we bearing our fangs/
so just chill with the feedback, we don't need that, where the weed at/
who's popping we rocking, they jocking best believe we be that/
stacking paper, rolling paper, spark it and blaze/
til the fume fills the room, and the wallpaper fades/
shorty twerking, like them hips wanna jump jump jump/
take it to the parking lot if shorty wanna pop the trunk/
Chorus
Eating My Money
Artist(s): Marco Thomas
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Writer(s):
Marco MRC Thomas (GEMA) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Badass, Boss, City, Cocky, Cool, Dark, Drinking, Heavy Bass, Late Night, Lewd, Money, Night Club, Night Life, Stripper, Success, Swagger
Instruments:
808 Bass, 808 Drums, Body Percussion, Strings, Synth, Synth Bass, Vocoder
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
135
Key:
G
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Eating My Money
Eating My Money (CLEAN)
INTRO
Ice cold, imma burning my stacks, Getting this fire into my tracks,
Packing the mill, getting some pills, Taking the trip, this is it,
I got too much money on my bank, (too much money)
Credit card is dripping, girls always stripping. (woo)
VERSE 1
Cuz they smelling my wealth, got more gold than Michael Phelps (easy)
You can see the diamonds very clearly, premium quality,
Got the Cuban like Bill, put it into some Lewinsky,
While I'm spilling Hennessy and Whiskey (risky risky).
I'm sick of all that b***s***, money comes, money goes,
But there comes more than goes, steady flowing into my pockets,
Inviting pickpockets living in my house, paying them money,
To stealing my money, b**** ain't funny (b**** ain't funny).
PRE-CHORUS (2X)
Chilling on the couch, drinking 40-ounce,
Giving hotties p*****, see my homies bounce,
(bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce)
Order another round, laying on the ground,
Drink another stout, see the p***** bounce
(bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce)
CHORUS (2X)
Bounce back, filling the tank
Throwing the stacks, burning my money,
Serving the plates, they eating my money,
Ratatatat, shooting with Money
Oh s***, killing the bank,
Loading the gat, again and again,
(Bounce back, now bounce back,
Eating my money)
VERSE 2
Life ain't a b****, money is a b****
Let's do a gangbang and p**** her hard,
Management too smart, money avalanche
Ranch neverland, play money (play money),
Always second chance boring (boring)
I don't want more, got enough of all that crap,
Escaping with my jet, escaping with my yacht,
Can't stop, won't stop, Benjamin is always finding me
MIA CIA, I'm the prey,
PRE-CHORUS (2X)
CHORUS (2X)
OUTRO (2X)
Baby bounce back, now bounce bounce
Baby bounce, baby bounce back
Now bounce bounce (They're eating my money!)
Baby bounce back, now bounce bounce
Baby bounce, baby bounce back
Now bounce bounce (Eating my money!)
_________________________________
Eating My Money (EXPLICIT)
INTRO
Ice cold, imma burning my stacks, Getting this fire into my tracks,
Packing the mill, getting some pills, Taking the trip, this is it,
I got too much money on my bank, (too much money)
Credit card's dripping, girls always stripping. (woo)
VERSE 1
Cuz they smelling my wealth, got more gold than Michael Phelps (easy)
You can see the diamonds very clearly, premium quality,
Got the Cuban like Bill, put it into some Lewinsky,
While I'm spilling Hennessy and Whiskey (risky risky).
I'm sick of all that bullshit, money comes, money goes,
But there comes more than goes, steady flowing into my pockets,
Inviting pickpockets living in my house, paying them money,
To stealing my money, bitch ain't funny (bitch ain't funny).
PRE-CHORUS (2X)
Chilling on the couch, drinking 40-ounce,
Giving hotties pounds, see my homies bounce,
(bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce)
Order another round, laying on the ground,
Drink another stout, see the pussies bounce
(bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce)
CHORUS (2X)
Bounce back, filling the tank
Throwing the stacks, burning my money,
Serving the plates, they eating my money,
Ratatatat, shooting with Money
Oh shit, killing the bank,
Loading the gat, again and again,
(Bounce back, now bounce back,
Eating my money)
VERSE 2
Life ain't a bitch, money is a bitch
Let's do a gangbang and pound her hard,
Management too smart, money avalanche
Ranch neverland, play money (play money),
Always second chance boring (boring)
I don't want more, got enough of all that crap,
Escaping with my jet, escaping with my yacht,
Can't stop, won't stop, Benjamin is always finding me
MIA, CIA, I'm the prey,
PRE-CHORUS (2X)
CHORUS (2X)
OUTRO (2X)
Baby bounce back, now bounce bounce
Baby bounce, baby bounce back
Now bounce bounce (They're eating my money!)
Baby bounce back, now bounce bounce
Baby bounce, baby bounce back
Now bounce bounce (Eating my money!)
Don't Regret It
Artist(s): K.Epps
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Writer(s):
Kyle Epps (BMI) 33% / Michael Vondell Jr Dalton (BMI) 34% / Terrence R Robinson (BMI) 33%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Alcohol, Carefree, City Lights, Cocky, Cool, Danceable, Dirty, Drugs, Drunk, Foggy, Hazy, Late Night, Lewd, Marijuana, Night Life, Party, Risque, Sexual, Swagger
Instruments:
808 Bass, Drums, SFX, Synth
Year Recorded:
2021
BPM:
164
Key:
A♯m/B♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Don't Regret It
DON'T REGRET IT (CLEAN)
INTRO
Get it, Get it,
Get it, Get it
Get it, Get it
Drank, Drank
Drank, Drank
Get it, Get it
Get it, Get it
Drank, Drank
Drank, Drank
Get it
Ahhhhhhhhh!
CHORUS
I party too hard Yup I don't regret it.
Taking it too far Yup I don't regret it
The time is now for us to get it and don't regret it.
I woke up hungover in the morning. I don't regret it.
VERSE 1
Woke up this morning, eleven thirty, my clothes are dirty.
Hop in the shower, recoup, prepare for the nightly hour
Fast forward nine pm. We pregaming.
It's 10p.m. we replay it.
Three shots, back to back, that's how we startin jack.
Back to back, three shots, before we even hit the spot.
Eight straight to the face
when we get inside the place.
Going hard at the bar t****** out mardi gras.
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Chocolate chicks at the bar, looking like a candy bar.
All these flavors at the bar looking like a candy store.
At the bar gettin hammered
girls to nail ima Hammer.
Like bowling balls roll up
pass the w*** hold up.
Hold up
I'm ready to get it
I'm ready to get it
I'm ready to get it
I'm ready to win it
I'm ready to get it.
I'm ready to do what I got to do'
to make a winning move.
And the move
is a blast of da juice.
Dat a pack wit a boost.
Where it's at
what it do.
And I'm drinking the booze.
And I'm touching her boobs.
And I'm bout to get loose.
Got nothing to lose.
Only Fun to prove.
Drink a hundred Proof.
CHORUS
VERSE 3
It's on And Poppin'
Ain't no point In stopping O. M.B.
What dat mean? On My Bed.
Oh I see. O. I.C...
three letters, What dat mean?
Own It Cuz
Don't regret it baby we both wavy
Maybe later lady.
mighty mimosas
toast for doing the most Yuh.
Headache on the wake up but everything is kosher.
Headache over heartache
No regrets because we party
wit da purpose to find truth
having fun & being naughty (naughty)
CHORUS
OUTRO
I don't regret it
I don't regret it
I don't regret it
Don't regret it
_______________________________
DON'T REGRET IT (EXPLICIT)
INTRO
Get it, Get it,
Get it, Get it
Get it, Get it
Drank, Drank
Drank, Drank
Get it, Get it
Get it, Get it
Drank, Drank
Drank, Drank
Get it
Ahhhhhhhhh!
CHORUS
I party too hard. Yup I don't regret it.
Taking it too far. Yup I don't regret it
The time is now for us to get it and don't regret it.
I woke up hungover in the morning. I don't regret it.
VERSE 1
Woke up this morning, eleven thirty, my clothes are dirty.
Hop in the shower, recoup, prepare for the nightly hour
Fast forward nine pm. We pregaming.
It's 10p.m. We replay it.
Three shots, back to back, that's how we startin jack.
Back to back, three shots, before we even hit the spot.
Eight straight to the face
when we get inside the place.
Going hard at the bar titties out mardi gras.
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Chocolate chicks at the bar, looking like a candy bar.
All these flavors at the bar looking like a candy store.
At the bar gettin hammered
girls to nail ima hammer.
Like bowling balls roll up
pass the weed hold up.
Hold up
I'm ready to get it
I'm ready to get it
I'm ready to get it
I'm ready to win it
I'm ready to get it.
I'm ready to do what I got to do'
to make a winning move.
And the move
is a blast of da juice.
Dat a pack wit a boost.
Where it's at
what it do.
And I'm drinking the booze.
And I'm touching her boobs.
And I'm bout to get loose.
Got nothing to lose.
Only Fun to prove.
Drink a hundred Proof.
CHORUS
VERSE 3
It's on And Poppin'
Ain't no point In stopping O. M.B.
What dat mean? On My Bed.
Oh I see. O. I.C...
three letters, What dat mean?
Own It Cuz
Don't regret it baby we both wavy
Maybe later lady.
mighty mimosas
toast for doing the most Yuh.
Headache on the wake up but everything is kosher.
Headache over heartache
No regrets because we party
wit da purpose to find truth
having fun and being naughty (naughty)
CHORUS
OUTRO
I don't regret
I don't regret it
I don't regret it
Don't regret it
You Mean Everything To Me
Artist(s): Jaquan Grand
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Writer(s):
Jaquan Lamar Grant (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Admiration, Adversity, Atmospheric, Chill, Dependable, Encouragement, Floating, Hard Working, Hazy, Heartfelt, Honesty, Laid Back, Loving, Loyal, Mellow, Motivation, Overcoming Struggle, Police, Smooth, Sweet, Tender, True Love, Vibe, Warm
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Flute, Siren, Synth
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
78
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
You Mean Everything To Me
YOU MEAN EVERYTHING TO ME
CHORUS 1
If you tell me we gone ride we gone ride that's on me
You always had my back while I was rapping over beats
Said you always would be down even If I'm jammed up by police
And I put this on my life
You mean everything, you mean everything to me
(You mean everything, you mean everything) You mean everything
(You mean everything, you mean everything) You mean everything
(You mean everything, you mean everything) You mean everything
You mean everything, you mean everything to me
VERSE 1
Everything we could of been
Thinking about them times
That we should have end
But we stayed together
Through the thick and thin
Now we busy plotting on them Benjamins
Building up our credit
Tryna change the place we living in
I know through all my ways it get really hard to relish in this moment
And every day's a challenge
And it's hard to be heroic
You put it on your shoulders
But I promise you, you don't have to worry cuz I'm on it
And this will bring us closer
And now we getting older
The times changing
But I won't stop the grind till we good and we all made it
Want you to have the world
Give you your all favorites
Cause you a special girl
One of the world's greatest I thank you for it
And like my babies you're the most important
Give me the push that's gone keep me going
You got my back I got your back and that won't ever change
I put that on anything
You know you mean everything.
CHORUS 2
If you tell me we gone ride we gone ride that's on me
You always had my back while I was rapping over beats
Said you always would be down even if I'm jammed up by police
And I put this on my life
You mean everything, you mean everything to me
(You mean everything, you mean everything) You mean everything
(You mean everything, you mean everything) You mean everything
(You mean everything, you mean everything) You mean everything
You mean everything, you mean everything to me
(You mean everything, you mean everything, you mean everything)
You mean everything, you mean everything
You mean everything, you mean everything to me
Regardless
Artist(s): Juuuu & Matisse Tsoy & Nate WILL
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Writer(s):
Julian Jaleel Thomas (ASCAP) 30% / Matthew Paul Tsoy (ASCAP) 40% / Nate Williams (BMI) 30%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 70% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 30%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Champion, Cocky, Cool, Dark, Determination, Drugs, Flossing, Focused, Grinding, Gritty, Laid Back, Money, Motivation, Overcoming Struggle, Proud, Rising Above, Showing Off, Standing Out, Strong, Success, Swagger, Tough, Winning, Winning Attitude
Instruments:
808 Bass, Drums, Electric Piano, Nylon String Guitar
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
80
Key:
F♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Regardless
REGARDLESS (CLEAN)
INTRO
Ayo
I'm an introvert, but with us it's a party though
I can't tell you what I'm tryna do, lil n***a you gon' have to wait
Wait for it
Ay (Ay)
Yuh, yuh (let's go)
CHORUS
Grind time (woo)
I'ma get it (yuh)
All mine (ay)
To the finish (woo)
I don't quit (yah)
I be winning (that true, that true, yeah)
I ain't (hey) worried (whoa)
Bout these (hey huh) n****s (what's the word)
I'ma get mine regardless (yuh)
I'ma get mine regardless (whoo)
I'ma get mine regardless (yuh)
I'ma get mine regardless (whoo)
I'ma get mine regardless (yuh)
I'ma get mine regardless (whoo)
I'ma get mine regardless (yuh)
I'ma get mine regardless (whoo)
VERSE 1
(Yo)
I ain't worried bout nada, nada
Now a n***a causing me a problem, ooh (nuh uh)
I'ma worry bout dollars, taking care of me and my lil mama, ooh (uh)
I'm out in the Bahamas
Mojito swallows, button-up styling, ooh (skrrt)
I'm copping the property
Life lately like the game Monopoly, ooh (sheesh)
Queso (ay)
I got the chips and I'm putting 'em in the right place (place)
If it's a gamble, I'll throw the whole handful
I learned all my lessons from early mistakes (stakes)
I been out grinding and timing is everything
Dawg you can tell I ain't taking no breaks (breaks)
Think I'm a baker, I'm making this cake (cake)
And my lady thicc like a protein shake (okay)
Listen
I'm just investing mine
See? gon' be good from the jump (jump)
Ain't nothing fake, but I'm good with the pump (bang)
All of these bums that are fighting for crumbs (dang)
I feel like Neo cuz I been The One (yo)
Your life like Keto, you trying to beef? (what)
You talking ish, but I didn't see (what)
Cuz she doing me, and I'm doing me, ay (chuh)
CHORUS
VERSE 2
(Ay, Juuuu)
I can't tell ya what I'm tryna do, lil n***a
You gon' have to wait for it (wait, wait for it)
I ain't even in the race, floor it
Mama say I need to brake more (brake more)
Round here death coming early, man
We ain't even have to wait for it (wait for it)
Nowadays I don't spray towards
Let 'em live, make 'em hate more (make 'em hate more)
Juuuu and friends coming like we got up out the loony bin (out the loony bin)
Did it once, gon' do again
We in the house, we moving in (Juuuu)
Success up in my head like "Win"
I can't lose again (Juuuu)
Mixing up these tracks with a pen
I'm just maneuvering
Bet you'd sell your soul for a bag
We'll make it over fast
I was stuck in hell 'round rocks
Never took boulder class
Holding all this weight on my shoulders
That's why they going bad
But never throw the flag
B****, the struggle, we was over that (over that)
Once you burn the bridge, then it's over
Can't rewind it back (can't rewind it back)
Your timing weak
Your time I lap
I geek her up, don't write her back (I don't write her back)
Back up on my s**t like I had to get my writer back (had to get my writer back)
Pocketing this fire, no you cannot get your lighter back (cannot get your lighter back)
Got no time for drama
Concentrated on this centerfold (on that centerfold)
Can't feed everybody
Now you look like where your dinner go? (where your dinner go)
I was born a sinner but my momma raised a winner (with a winning soul)
So kill em, make em feel it slow
They say it's dope, but peeling soap
Oh
What's the word (what's the word)
We was only good on the first and the third (we on all that good)
So once I got some money you just knew I was gon' splurge, s**t (I'ma splurge)
Ain't with that bulls**t
We put it to the curb (to the curb)
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REGARDLESS (EXPLICIT)
INTRO
Ayo
I'm an introvert, but with us it's a party though
I can't tell you what I'm tryna do, lil nigga you gon' have to wait
Wait for it
Ay (Ay)
Yuh, yuh
CHORUS
Grind time (woo)
I'ma get it (yuh)
All mine (ay)
To the finish (woo)
I don't quit (yah)
I be winning (that true, that true, yeah)
I ain't (hey) worried (whoa)
Bout these (hey huh) niggas (what's the word nigga)
I'ma get mine regardless (yuh)
I'ma get mine regardless (whoo)
I'ma get mine regardless (yuh)
I'ma get mine regardless (whoo)
I'ma get mine regardless (yuh)
I'ma get mine regardless (whoo)
I'ma get mine regardless (yuh)
I'ma get mine regardless (whoo)
VERSE 1
(Yo)
I ain't worried bout nada, nada
Now a nigga causing me a problem, ooh (nuh uh)
I'ma worry bout dollars, taking care of me and my lil mama, ooh (uh)
I'm out in the Bahamas
Mojito swallows, button-up styling, ooh (skrrt)
I'm copping the property
Life lately like the game Monopoly, ooh (sheesh)
Queso (ay)
I got the chips and I'm putting 'em in the right place (place)
If it's a gamble, I'll throw the whole handful
I learned all my lessons from early mistakes (stakes)
I been out grinding and timing is everything
Dawg you can tell I ain't taking no breaks (breaks)
Think I'm a baker, I'm making this cake (cake)
And my lady thicc like a protein shake (okay)
Listen
I'm just investing mine
See? gon' be good from the jump (jump)
Ain't nothing fake, but I'm good with the pump (bang)
All of these bums that are fighting for crumbs (dang)
I feel like Neo cuz I been The One (yo)
Your life like Keto, you trying to beef? (what)
You talking shit, but I didn't see (what)
Cuz she doing me, and I'm doing me, ay (chuh)
CHORUS
VERSE 2
(Ay, Juuuu)
I can't tell ya what I'm tryna do, lil nigga
You gon' have to wait for it (wait, wait for it)
I ain't even in the race, floor it
Mama say I need to brake more (brake more)
Round here death coming early, man
We ain't even have to wait for it (wait for it)
Nowadays I don't spray towards
Let 'em live, make 'em hate more (make 'em hate more)
Juuuu and friends coming like we got up out the loony bin (out the loony bin)
Did it once, gon' do again
We in the house, we moving in (Juuuu bitch)
Success up in my head like "Win"
I can't lose again (Juuuu bitch)
Mixing up these tracks with a pen
I'm just maneuvering
Bet you'd sell your soul for a bag
We'll make it over fast
I was stuck in hell 'round rocks
Never took boulder class
Holding all this weight on my shoulders
That's why they going bad
But never throw the flag
Bitch, the struggle, we was over that (over that)
Once you burn the bridge, then it's over
Can't rewind it back (can't rewind it back)
Your timing weak
Your time I lap
I geek her up, don't write her back (I don't write her back)
Back up on my shit like I had to get my writer back (had to get my writer back)
Pocketing this fire, no you cannot get your lighter back (cannot get your lighter back)
Got no time for drama
Concentrated on this centerfold (on that centerfold)
Can't feed everybody
Now you look like where your dinner go? (where your dinner go)
I was born a sinner but my momma raised a winner (with a winning soul)
So kill em, make em feel it slow
They say it's dope, but peeling soap
Oh
What's the word (what's the word nigga)
We was only good on the first and the third (we on all that good)
So once I got some money you just knew I was gon' splurge, shit (I'ma splurge nigga)
Ain't with that bullshit
We put it to the curb (to the curb nigga)
So Fast
Artist(s): Kobey
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Writer(s):
Casey J Southards (BMI) 21.25% / Garry Jr Hervey (BMI) 15% / Kobey Logan Morri Silver (ASCAP) 42.50% / Mostafa Mansour (BMI) 21.25%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 42.50% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 57.50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Atmospheric, Calm, Chill, Confidence, Cruising, Dreamy, Driving, Ethereal, Floating, Hazy, Laid Back, Mellow, Money, Moving Forward, Nostalgic, Relaxed, Smooth, Success, Swagger
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synth
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
75
Key:
D
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
So Fast
SO FAST (CLEAN)
CHORUS (2X)
I can't slow
My life it's been moving so fast
Like a Brinks truck
On the way to the cash
Yeah ya know
Smooth with it like I play jazz
Keep it calm cool fresh
She like how I'm laid back
VERSE 1
Catch a thrill
You on chill
I might take my whip out see what it can do foreal
Push the limits
Push the buttons on my b***h yeah she be trippin
But she love me like no kidding
Like no feeling when I'm in it
I been working like no other tryna take it past my city
Got a gift I jus keep giving
When the beat talk to me it's like a lecture and I listen
All my vibrations accurate specific
Vibe right rhythm ticking
Hold on wait ah yeah
That's my s**t
Let's get with it
Pour some shots she get litty
I been on wave it just keep getting bigger
Drip is dripper diamonds twister yeah my mood is hella chipper
Shining brighter then big dipper I'm a real mother f****n' go getta
CHORUS (2X)
VERSE 2
Mind calculating numbers
Doing numbers in a v8 running
They was slumped in a slumber
Took the lumber lit a fire now it's coming
Too hot to play under, yeah
Over head no warnin', yeah
I get checks from the pm till the am in the morning, yeah
I'm not worried 'bout much around
Stick to a one man army
I don't see the need
They ain't even got the best sight of me but I'm on it
Grinded up something then turned that to numbers
Them numbers ran up and then turned that to bundles
Kobey too cold better layer up and bundle
You talk and you claim that you hard but
Like something that's hard like a cookie that's burnt so you crumble
See I'm just a person that had him gift
Got tired of hitting them walls and hitting my s**t
I figured while here I might as well get
All that I can get
Invented a me
With no more excuses and no more reasons to not go and do it
So wavy and fresh but y'all flat and polluted
CHORUS (2X)
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SO FAST (EXPLICIT)
CHORUS (2X)
I can't slow
My life it's been moving so fast
Like a Brinks truck
On the way to the cash
Yeah ya know
Smooth with it like I play jazz
Keep it calm cool fresh
She like how I'm laid back
VERSE 1
Catch a thrill
You on chill
I might take my whip out see what it can do foreal
Push the limits
Push the buttons on my bitch yeah she be trippin
But she love me like no kidding
Like no feeling when I'm in it
I been working like no other tryna take it past my city
Got a gift I jus keep giving
When the beat talk to me it's like a lecture and I listen
All my vibrations accurate specific
Vibe right rhythm ticking
Hold on wait ah yeah
That's my shit
Let's get with it
Pour some shots she get litty
I been on wave it just keep getting bigger
Drip is dripper diamonds twister yeah my mood is hella chipper
Shining brighter then big dipper I'm a real mother fuckin' go getta
CHORUS (2X)
VERSE 2
Mind calculating numbers
Doing numbers in a v8 running
They was slumped in a slumber
Took the lumber lit a fire now its coming
Too hot to play under
yeah
Over head no warnin
yeah
I get checks from the pm till the am in the morning
yeah
I'm not worried bout much around
Stick to a one man army
I don't see the need
They ain't even got the best sight of me but I'm on it
Grinded up something then turned that to numbers
Them numbers ran up and then turned that to bundles
Kobey too cold better layer up and bundle
You talk and you claim that you hard but
Like something that's hard like a cookie that's burnt so you crumble
See I'm just a person that had him gift
Got tired of hitting them walls and hitting my shit
I figured while here I might as well get
All that I can get
Invented a me
With no more excuses and no more reasons to not go and do it
So wavy and fresh but y'all flat and polluted
CHORUS (2X)
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