Tracks Similar To Talk About Me
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)
Itching To Snitch
Artist(s): Square Biz
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Writer(s):
Michael Vondell Jr Dalton (BMI) 50% / Terrence R Robinson (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Ballin', Boss, Braggadocious, Brash, Bravado, Cocky, Confident, Cool, Drugs, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Hood, Hustler, Hustlin', Irreverent, Money, Power, Rich, Street, Success, Swagga, Swagger, Throwback Feel, Thug
Instruments:
808 Bass, 808 Drums, Piano, Synth
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
75
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Itching To Snitch
ITCHING TO SNITCH (CLEAN)
INTRO
No honor, no ethics,
Witness protection ain't nothing but the
Underground railroad to the grave...you know it's over
VERSE 1
Hustling on the side trying to boss up
Spun his own web now the whole crew caught up
This elevator got some unstable cables
He can't eat from both sides of the table-what you thinking bruh?
PRE-CHORUS
He did what he felt he had to do (He's a snitch)
Preached a sermon on you and the crew (what a b***h)
Federal vaccine, relocate with plenty green
Ever known a rat to turn down cheese? (nah, nah)
CHORUS
Cause he itching to snitch, oh yeah he itching to snitch
He been dancing with the devil, then started to slip
Oh he itching to snitch, oh yeah he itching to snitch
Cooperate in every way, and get up out this b*tch
He snitch in the morning, oh yeah he snitch in the eve
Snitching on absentee folks who stay squeaky clean
Disrespecting the game, when you speak a man's name
That ain't square business, 'cause only b*****s, that comfortable being snitches
VERSE 2
They froze his accounts and killed his businesses
They quick to bring the wife and kids up into this
He folded like a lawn chair, now he's breathing freedom's air
Either way he knew he'd disappear...
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
____________________________________
ITCHING TO SNITCH (EXPLICIT)
INTRO
No honor, no ethics,
Witness protection ain't nothing but the
Underground railroad to the grave...you know it's over
VERSE 1
Hustling on the side trying to boss up
Spun his own web now the whole crew caught up
This elevator got some unstable cables
He can't eat from both sides of the table-what you thinking bruh?
PRE-CHORUS
He did what he felt he had to do (He's a snitch)
Preached a sermon on you and the crew (what a bitch)
Federal vaccine, relocate with plenty green
Ever known a rat to turn down cheese? (Hell nah)
CHORUS
Cause he itching to snitch, oh yeah he itching to snitch
He been dancing with the devil, then started to slip
Oh he itching to snitch, oh yeah he itching to snitch
Cooperate in every way, and get up out this bitch
He snitch in the morning, oh yeah he snitch in the eve
Snitching on absentee folks who stay squeaky clean
Disrespecting the game, when you speak a man's name
That ain't square business, 'cause only bitches, that comfortable being snitches
VERSE 2
They froze his accounts and killed his businesses
They quick to bring the wife and kids up up into this
He folded like a lawn chair, now he's breathing freedom's air
Either way he knew he'd disappear...
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
Dope Boy Balling
Artist(s): Square Biz
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Writer(s):
Michael Vondell Jr Dalton (BMI) 50% / Terrence R Robinson (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Ballin', Boss, Braggadocious, Brash, Bravado, Cocky, Confident, Cool, Drugs, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Hood, Hustler, Hustlin', Irreverent, Money, Power, Rich, Street, Success, Swagga, Swagger, Throwback Feel, Thug
Instruments:
808 Bass, 808 Drums, Electric Piano, Organ, Synth
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
86
Key:
F
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Dope Boy Balling
DOPE BOY BALLING (CLEAN)
INTRO
I'm a dope boy...I'm a dope boy
VERSE 1
When it's all said and done, I'm out shining all the rest
Been chasing me for years, now they running out of breath
Could be broke den a m'f*cka, still be fresh to def
You couldn't pay the fee it costs to stand on my steps
They know I'm in the game, life in the fast lane
Everything on me head to toe definitely brand name
Walking slow so they can see me, draped in all these VV-SS's
N*ggas start sweating, counting my blessings
CHORUS 1
I'm a dope boy balling, can't relate to me
I'm the kinda grimy n***a you ain't ever gone be
Dope boy balling, driving haters insane
Swagged out flavor changed the taste of the game
Dripping sauce spicy, oh I'm so nice see
So cold we frozen out the fountain oh I-CEE
Used to set the pace now you steady slow crawling
Scoot over make way for this dope boy balling
VERSE 2
You couldn't bust a grape in a food fight
More useless than flashlight shining in the daylight
Staying on top ain't easy had lots of opposition
Hate to break it to ya playa--you ain't my competition
Looking at me like I'm something off of TV
Frustrated in the mirror wishing you could be me
Want my lady, my car, the watch off my off my wrist
Honestly the way I live is beyond what you could wish
CHORUS 2
I'm a dope boy ballin, can't relate to me
I'm the kinda grimy n***a you ain't ever gone be
Dope boy ballin, driving haters insane
Swagged out flavor changed the taste of the game
BRIDGE
Hit club plenty deep--we all in
Jewelry dripping so hot-it's scalding
Too much money in my pockets--I'm falling
We got cars like the stars--we balling
CHORUS 1
______________________________________
DOPE BOY BALLING (EXPLICIT)
INTRO
I'm a dope boy...I'm a dope boy
VERSE 1
When it's all said and done, I'm out shining all the rest
Been chasing me for years, now they running out of breath
Could be broke den a m'fucka, still be fresh to def
You couldn't pay the fee it costs to stand on my steps
They know I'm in the game, life in the fast lane
Everything on me head to toe definitely brand name
Walking slow so they can see me, draped in all these VV-SS's
Niggas start sweating, counting my blessings
CHORUS 1
I'm a dope boy balling, can't relate to me
I'm the kinda grimy nigga you ain't ever gone be
Dope boy balling, driving haters insane
Swagged out flavor changed the taste of the game
Dripping sauce spicy, oh I'm so nice see
So cold we frozen out the fountain oh I-CEE
Used to set the pace now you steady slow crawling
Scoot over make way for this dope boy balling
VERSE 2
You couldn't bust a grape in a food fight
More useless than flashlight shining in the daylight
Staying on top ain't easy had lots of opposition
Hate to break it to ya playa--you ain't my competition
Looking at me like I'm something off of TV
Frustrated in the mirror wishing you could be me
Want my lady, my car, the watch off my off my wrist
Honestly the way I live is beyond what you could wish
CHORUS 2
I'm a dope boy ballin, can't relate to me
I'm the kinda grimy nigga you ain't ever gone be
Dope boy ballin, driving haters insane
Swagged out flavor changed the taste of the game
BRIDGE
Hit club plenty deep--we all in
Jewelry dripping so hot-it's scalding
Too much money in my pockets--I'm falling
We got cars like the stars--we balling
CHORUS 1
Stupid Busy
Artist(s): ACwavyy
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Writer(s):
Alan Ivan Puac (BMI) 50% / Alexander Edward Cassano (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Busy, Confident, Cool, Crime, Dark, Determined, Gangster, Hood, Hustle, Money, Motivation, Night Life, Overcoming Adversity, Overcoming Struggle, Serious, Showing Off, Street, Success, Swagger, Tension, Thug
Instruments:
Drums, Synth
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
160
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Stupid Busy
STUPID BUSY
CHORUS (2X)
What they doin wit me
What they doin wit me
Back to back exotic cars when we move through the city
Been on the run for way to long they wonder who can get him
See how I'm coming game is on I'm gettin stupid busy
VERSE 1
I been patient tired of waiting ain't no time for wasting
Wake up early In the morning and my mind is racin
My mistake I'm tryna be great but I'm still dodging cases
Been working overtime in know it's mine so stop the hatin
Pay attention take a listen no escapin prison.
The way we livin game I give I'm tryna make a difference
See it's a shame u make a name then people fakin friendships
I ain't crying gimme mine that's right I came to get it
We don't stop for nothin busy bee I got it buzzin
Them heavy pockets coming clean like I can mop or something
Let's get the top I want it when are y'all gone stop the Huntin
End up in a box or something just because u got some money
CHORUS (2X)
VERSE 2
Been floodin neighborhoods so long we never see a drought
There not a square up in my circle gotta keep em out
Just leave em out we grab the keys and pull the Beamer out
No reachin out We got the water get the leaches out
Now I'm invested got the method see what I been blessed with
We all been tested got thru stress so now we got a message
They wonder who applyin pressure now it's not a question
They say that blind gone lead the blind but us we got Perspective
Been tryna shine the light.
I'm tryna shine it bright
I gotta fight tonight
They tellin me my timings right
Been tryna shine the light.
I'm tryna shine it bright
I gotta fight tonight
They tellin me my timings right
CHORUS (2X)
VERSE
There's repercussion to ya actions Gotta make it happen.
Time ain't waiting for nobody hate it wit a passion.
I took a trip and had to pray that I can make it back in
I ain't slipping for nobody cuz I make the traction
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
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!)
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
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
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
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
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
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
Champion
Artist(s): Exit Prose
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Writer(s):
Matthew Christopher Vander Boegh (BMI) 50% / Tim Paul Hammes (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Adrenaline, Aggressive, Badass, Ballin', Boss, Championship, Cocky, Competition, Confident, Cool, Dark, Energy, Football, Game, Hard Working, Hustle, Hustlin', Hyped Up, Inspiration, Motivation, Overcoming Obstacles, Perseverance, Persistence, Powerful, Sports, Street, Swagga, Swagger, Tough, Violent, Winning
Instruments:
808 Bass, Brass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Piano, Synth
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
95
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Champion
CHAMPION
VERSE 1
If you want to be the best
Then you gotta beat the best
No B.S. work hard, leisure less
I'm in a whole other league
They can't even test
Want to step to me
Go head and be my guest
Enough talking
Time to put this beef to rest
It's game on now
You about to be finessed
I don't care who your camp is
What your brand is
By the end of the show
They gonna know
Who the champ is
Every step,every rep, every breath
Every trickle of sweat
It's a ripple effect
only way you can win some respect
Is to keep on winning
And don't let them forget
It's like an overdue debt
I won't accept
No more rain checks
I'm here to collect
Better prep, better come correct
Come at me you better bet
I'm coming for your neck
CHORUS
No sacrifice, no reward
Got to fight to endure
Like a Champion
Not the type to ignore
They don't like me
Cuz boy I'm a Champion
No payment, no payoff
No pain, no playoffs
For a Champion
No discipline, no victory hymn
Yeah I'm gonna win
Cuz I'm a Champion
VERSE 2
It don't matter if it's practice
My passion's the same
To me it's the whole
Other half of the game
I don't half-ass it
Don't skip past it
Ain't no thespian
More like ESPN classic
Pass me the rock
Or pass me the mic
Like a pigskin
Underneath them
Stadium lights
Keep it tight like spiral
Aimed for the kill
My cranium is titanium
So they can't tell
Me that I won't
Cuz I know that I will
And if I do fail
Then I use it to build
Ain't a worse way to lose
Then to give up and choose
To not compete for me
There is no excuse
I'm an all star
Never surrender
I'll starve
Before you see me turn to flee
So don't start
This is what I'm here for
It's gonna be a war
And that means
There's gonna be more
Then some sweat on the floor
CHORUS
BRIDGE
Champion
I'm a champion
Champion, champion
Champion, champion
When I'm a champion
Boy I'm a champion, champion
CHORUS
Deliver ASAP
Artist(s): Brit Fox & Luke Aymon
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Writer(s):
Brittany Michelle Stephenson (ASCAP) 50% / Lukas Eamon Selig (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap, Urban Pop
Keywords:
Adrenaline, Bad Bitch, Ballin', Bold, Boss, Braggadocious, City, Cocky, Confident, Dance Club, Driving In Car, Energy, Fast Cars, Fast Living, Flaunting, Hood, Hurry, Hustle, Hustlin', Impatient, Irreverent, Late Night, Night Life, Power, Rush, Streets, Success, Swagga, Swagger, Triumphant, Winner
Instruments:
808 Bass, Drums, Organ, Rhodes Electric Piano, Wood Block, Wurlitzer Electric Piano
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
140
Key:
A♯m/B♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Deliver ASAP
DELIVER ASAP
INTRO
Got got got
What you need
CHORUS
Got what you need got a guarantee
Bet I deliver ASAP (4X)
VERSE 1
Shot up to the top oh whoa
I could be an engine nitro on go
Watch me accelerate never me never late
Ahead of the game even if my foot on the break
Just wait let it sink my friend
Need your energy to match the tempo and the bpm (wait)
Just wait let it sink my friend
Need your energy to match the tempo and the bpm (wait)
Cuz I sting like a bee stay fly so I float
Like butta with the wings one time knock out goat
From sea to sea they see me never quit gotta get to the moment
PRE-CHORUS
We gon get it, we gon get it til the sun comes (6X)
CHORUS
VERSE 2:
Under the spell of my own ether
ride pass the gaslight push through the meter
I got no limit you shouldn't either
Make you understand me like a lesson plan
I'm the deepest in the land so underground I swim in aquarium
Get it get it get it get it how you live it livid vivid vision be on vivid
No limit to my possibilities I go 'n get it ain't no quit in me
Been a winner since day one
prodigy don't chase em just replace em ASAP
PRE-CHORUS:
Get your countdown on
Get your 321
Get your countdown on
Get your 321
(ASAP)
Get your countdown on
(ASAP)
Get your 321
(Go, go, go!)
(ASAP, ASAP, ASAP)
Get your countdown on
Get your 321
CHORUS
Fire
Artist(s): Kali J
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Writer(s):
Bryn Troy Evans (APRA) 33.33% / Hugo McLaughlin (SOCAN) 33.33% / Kali Janette Arnott (BMI) 33.34%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Accomplishment, Aggressive, Attitude, Cocky, Confident, Cool, Female Empowerment, Fire, Hustle, Hyped Up, Inspirational, Motivational, Perseverance, Rebellious, Sports, Strong, Success, Swagga, Swagger, Tough
Instruments:
808 Bass, 808 Drums, Hand Claps, Strings, Synth, Synth Choir
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
95
Key:
C♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Fire
FIRE
INTRO
You got the fire
You got the fire
Whoa whoa whoa
Whoa whoa whoa
You got the fire
You got the fire
VERSE 1
You gotta get down
You gotta get mean
You gotta fight for it
You gotta show teeth
You gotta work smart
And show your muscle
Come on get it get it
Let me see you hustle
PRE-CHORUS 1 (4X)
Come on get it get it
Let me see you hustle
CHORUS (2X)
Whoa Whoa
Whoa Whoa
Whoa Whoa
You got the fire
You got the fire
VERSE 2
You gotta go hard
Don't ever give up
You gotta show em
Just what you're made of
You gotta dig deep
You gotta go far
You wanna get there
Well then you gotta start
You got to push it
Push it to the limit
You gotta go
Where you ain't ever been yeah
You gotta work
For everything that you want
Come on get it get it
Let me see you knuckle up
PRE-CHORUS 2 (4X)
Come on get it get it
Let me see you knuckle up
CHORUS (2X)
BRIDGE
You got the fire (4X)
PRE-CHORUS 2 (4X)
CHORUS (2X)
Knockem Down
Artist(s): RubaKnight
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Writer(s):
Matthew Christopher Vander Boegh (BMI) 50% / Ruben Henery Smith (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, Rap
Keywords:
Accomplishment, Attitude, Ballers, Ballin', Boss, Cocky, Confident, Epic, Fame, Finish Line, Fulfillment, Hustle, Lavish, Motivation, Moving Forward, Perseverance, Pumped Up, Rich, Self Confidence, Sports, Success, Swagger, Triumphant, Victorious, Winning
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Piano, Synth
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
146
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Knockem Down
KNOCKEM DOWN (CLEAN)
VERSE 1
Fresh start now thatʼs major
Think about it thatʼs gangster
Got my own crew no thank ya
Stacking up chips like wrangler
I done rode with the best in the west
Broke bread with the best in the west
Deal jagged with the best in the west
I am the runner up guess whatʼs next
Looking through my lenses
X x-ray vision
Fake friends pretending
Like they mess with me
I am ending your envy
This my beginning
Travel like the speed of lightning
When I'm reciting
Hahahahaha
I told yʼall warm up
I'm feeling like the greatest
CHORUS
Iʼm feeling like the greatest
Got haters cause I made it
my motivation is patience
creating what I made it
They screaming loud
they screaming loud
they screaming loud
I knockem down
I knockem down
they screaming loud
they screaming loud
I knockem down
I knockem down
I got patience
Iʼm really feeling like the greatest
VERSE 2
Jump in the coupe I'm gone
Fresh out the booth I'm gone
Feeling like Gray Poupon
All up in my zone
Writing to this song
Sipping on Patron
They thought that I was gone
Pop out guess whoʼs home
KNOCKEM DOWN (CLEAN)
Iʼm trending I'm mending
Together your ending
Iʼm Kidding Iʼm kidding
Iʼm friendly Iʼm Bentley
Iʼm living this life as a legend
Sometimes they call me the reverend
Guiding his people to heaven
Blessed by the best no stressing
Iʼm living my life to the fullest and you better know that
You grabbing your camera Iʼm posing you taken a Kodak
CHORUS
VERSE 3
No sleep I am like
Row the boat
You stop
I still Row the boat
Knowing I can go some more
Charged up like a charger roll
Knowing I am in gutter mode
123 like butter rolls
Knockout you canʼt go no more
Rock-a-bye baby on the floor
You want to be the man
But Iʼm going to be that man
Cause greater is I am
And I am where I stand
I am living by his plan
I plan to be the man
cause I am gonna see it see it see it through until the end
CHORUS
___________________________
KNOCKEM DOWN (EXPLICIT)
VERSE 1
Fresh start now thatʼs major
Think about it thatʼs gangster
Got my own crew no thank ya
Stacking up chips like wrangler
I done rode with the best in the west
Broke bread with the best in the west
Deal fucked by the best in the west
I am the runner up guess whatʼs next
Looking through my lenses
X x-ray vision
Fake friends pretending
Like they fuck with me
I am ending your envy
This my beginning
Travel like the speed of lightning
When I'm reciting
Hahahahaha
I told yʼall warm up
I'm feeling like the greatest
CHORUS
Iʼm feeling like the greatest
Got haters cause I made it
my motivation is patience
creating what I made it
They screaming loud
they screaming loud
they screaming loud
I knockem down
I knockem down
they screaming loud
they screaming loud
I knockem down
I knockem down
I got patience
Iʼm really feeling like the greatest
VERSE 2
Jump in the coupe I'm gone
Fresh out the booth I'm gone
Feeling like Gray Poupon
All up in my zone
Writing to this song
Sipping on Patron
They thought that I was gone
Pop out guess whoʼs home
Iʼm trending I'm mending
Together your ending
Iʼm Kidding Iʼm kidding
Iʼm friendly Iʼm Bentley
Iʼm living this life as a legend
Sometimes they call me the reverend
Guiding his people to heaven
Blessed by the best no stressing
Iʼm living my life to the fullest and you better know that
You grabbing your camera iʼm posing you taken a Kodak
CHORUS
VERSE 3
No sleep I am like
Row the boat
You stop
I still Row the boat
Knowing I can go some more
Charged up like a charger roll
Knowing I am in gutter mode
123 like butter rolls
Knockout you canʼt go no more
Rock-a-bye baby on the floor
You want to be the man
But Iʼm going to be that man
Cause greater is I am
And I am where I stand
I am living by his plan
I plan to be the man
cause I am gonna see it see it see it through until the end
CHORUS
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)
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
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)
____________________________________
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)
One Two
Artist(s): ACwavyy
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Writer(s):
Alexander Edward Cassano (BMI) 50% / Matthew Christopher Vander Boegh (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Action, Against the Odds, Aggressive, Angry, Attitude, Ballers, Ballin', Boss, Champion, Cocky, Combat, Coming Up, Competition, Confident, Cool, Dedication, Determination, Determined, Epic, Fight Back, Fighting Enemies, Game, Hustle, Overcoming, Overcoming Adversity, Overcoming Struggle, Perseverance, Positive Attitude, Pumped Up, Rising Above, Self Confidence, Sports, Swagger, Triumphant, Upbeat, Victorious, Winning
Instruments:
808 Bass, Brass, Drums, Electric Bass, Flute, Synth, Violins
Year Recorded:
2021
BPM:
87
Key:
D♯m/E♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
One Two
ONE TWO
INTRO
Drop it
CHORUS
On a roll Ima go til they drop me (Ima go)
The life we livin' like a program and they watching (the life we livin')
Toe to toe I don't fold for nobody (toe to toe)
My heart is frozen chasing goals we playin hockey (my heart is frozen)
One two bodies hit the ground
One two gotta get it now
One two gotta fight it til the finish
We gone always follow thru and hit like
Lightning in the ending
Hit like lightning
VERSE 1
We throwing punches in bunches
Said that I'ma give it to you know you don't want it
Everybody know I came from nothing to something
Put a little time in Money come in abundance
So ain't no frontin'
You know we got the blueprint we doing it wit a strategy
We shootin' for the moon but I root for the people after me
doing what we do ain't no losing We seen some tragedy
When we got into it they threw everything they had at me
PRE-CHORUS 1
I don't back down I stand up and fight it (2X)
Get the lighter stand on up n ignite it
So bring the fire raise it up when the night hit
You see we strikin'!
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Drop another bomb Ima problem don't even detonate
Kaboom
Me n the crew just stepped in the room
Hit whoever's left soon as they mess up n move
Losing all direction but got perfectionist views
On the road to the riches I get it I hit a bump or two
All these people keep jabbing at me I ain't know what to do
Came up they ain't laughing I'm happy and I been comfortable
Started in the back n my passion put me in front of you
PRE-CHORUS 2
One direction we ain't slowing it down
Karma catchin' up it's going around
Whoever stepping up we throwing em out
Applyin' pressure so they know what we about
CHORUS (2X)
Jacking This Bitch
Artist(s): Square Biz
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Writer(s):
Michael Vondell Jr Dalton (BMI) 50% / Terrence R. Robinson (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Back Alley, City, Compton, Crime, Dark, Downtown, East LA, Fear, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Mean, Prison, Robbery, Shooting, Street, Struggle, Swagga, Swagger, Tension, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Violence, West Coast
Instruments:
808 Bass, 808 Drums, Hand Claps, Synth
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
106
Key:
F♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Jacking This Bitch
JACKING THIS BIT (CLEAN)
VERSE 1
We been getting into dirt since we been on this earth
Taking penitentiary chances if the work got worth
If you reap a big harvest boi we taking ya crops
You ain't calling the cops, cause we all in the pot
If the pressure increase and the streets is hot
Distros jammed up, like a dirty glocks
I need the bread, the flour and anything I can cook too
When we get hungry lemme show you how crooks do
CHORUS
We hitting this lick, we jacking this bit
Jacking this bit, we jacking this bit
Oh we need this lick, we jacking this bit
Jacking this bit, we jacking this bit
A vet at romancing felonious chances
You got lot of questions but none of the answers
Confused as fake news-who hit u like this?!?!
Can't relax knowing the fact somebody jacked this bit
VERSE 2
Yo my people gotta eat and I run the show
Want quality bread--gotta go for the real dough
Can only hold these fools off for so long
Money getting weak, hunger come on strong
If we do this right, shouldn't need our pistols
Slide past the cameras and security system
Lookouts east, west, north, and south
Get in fast, get the cash then we all smash out
'Cause we hitting this lick, we jacking this bit
Jacking this bit, we jacking this bit
BRIDGE
Déjà vu for you-ain't you been hit before?
Still go dem sucka boys guarding the door
Run up on ya corona-boy you gone be sick
When you realize what happened we done jacked this bit!
CHORUS
OUTRO
We hitting this lick, we jacking this bit
Jacking this bit, we jacking this bit
Oh we need this lick, we jacking this bit
Jackin this bitch, we jackin this bit
__________________________
JACKING THIS BITCH (EXPLICIT)
VERSE 1
We been getting into dirt since we been on this earth
Taking penitentiary chances if the work got worth
If you reap a big harvest boi we taking ya crops
You ain't calling the cops, cause we all in the pot
If the pressure increase and the streets is hot
Distros jammed up, like dirty glocks
I need the bread, the flour and anything I can cook too
When we get hungry lemme show you how crooks do
CHORUS
We hitting this lick, we jacking this bitch
Jacking this bitch, we jacking this bitch
Oh we need this lick, we jacking this bitch
Jacking this bitch, we jacking this bitch
A vet at romancing felonious chances
You got lot of questions but none of the answers
Confused as fake news-who hit you like this?!?!
Can't relax knowing the fact somebody jacked this bitch
VERSE 2
Yo my people gotta eat and I run the show
Want quality bread--gotta go for the real dough
Can only hold these fools off for so long
Money getting weak, hunger come on strong
If we do this right, shouldn't need our pistols
Slide past the cameras and security system
Lookouts east, west, north, and south
Get in fast, get the cash then we all smash out
'Cause we hitting this lick, we jacking this bitch
Jacking this bitch, we jacking this bitch
BRIDGE
Déjà vu for you-ain't you been hit before?
Still go dem lil fuck boys guarding the door
Run up on ya corona-boy you gone be sick
When you realize what happened we done jacked this bitch!
CHORUS
OUTRO
We hitting this lick, we jacking this bitch
Jacking this bitch, we jacking this bitch
Oh we need this lick, we jacking this bitch
Jackin this bitch, we jackin this bitch
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)
Rise, Grind, Hustle, Work Hard
Artist(s): WEARETHEGOOD
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Writer(s):
Sage Elias Rodrigo (BMI) 50% / Wesley Eugene Smith Jr. (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Sports, Trap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Ballers, Ballin', Boss, Cash, Champion, City, Club, Cocky, Confident, Football, Game, Hustle, Hypnotic, Money, Mumble Rap, Pumped Up, Swagger, Thug, Tough, Training, Trippy, Triumphant, VIP, Victorious, Winning
Instruments:
Drums, Synths
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
166
Key:
D♯m/E♭m
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Rise, Grind, Hustle, Work Hard
INTRO
Can't Stop
Never Quit
Been a legend
Been Lit
Trained all summer
No days off
Putting in the work
And it's gon pay off
CHORUS
Rise grind hustle work hard
Rise grind hustle work hard
Champion in the making
Oh I know it's mine for the taking cuz I
Rise grind hustle work hard
Rise grind hustle work hard
Oh I'm coming for the top spot
Too much heart that's what I got
VERSE 1
Ooh, I just hit the speed like a lambo
Run it up the middle like I'm Rambo
Bout to go to war with no camo
Locked loaded ready with the ammo
Champion in my bloodline
Bout to Make it rain like its flood time
Rose Gold calling with the big rings
Boy I knew I'd make it always had big dreams
Making moves from the east to the bay
All the opps being opps told 'em get up out my way
Came way too far just to quit now
Stand up guy I don't ever sit down all I do is
CHORUS
Mr. Get Back
Artist(s): CaiNo (feat. Trappaz)
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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:
Alcohol, Bling, Boss, Car, Cash, City, Club, Desire, Dirty South, Druggy, Drugs, Explicit Lyrics, Hustle, Hypnotic, Limo, Money, Party, Rich, Southern, Streets, Stripper Pole, Thug, Tough, Trial, Trippy, VIP, Young
Instruments:
Bass, Claps, Drums, Synths
BPM:
75
Key:
C♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Mr. Get Back
CHORUS:
Still talkin money that's that doe ish
Flyest go-getter and you know it
Eat with all my homies that I roll wit
This is 8ball music to a whole brick
Mr get back homie on the get back x3
If it's all about a check then let me get that
Feelin like a boss feelin feelin like a boss x4
Countin the money and stackin them bands
Chef in the kitchen I'm cookin the yams
Finessin them jugs and trappin them grams
I get to the money you don't understand
Time to get littie and run thru the city
Got hundreds and fiftys
Got drums on the 50
Got shooters that's with me you dig me you dig me
You wanna get busy then come n get with me
Bossed up on flex, need a AP or rolex
I'm like KD wit 2 techs
When I shoot boy your shit wet
Diamonds dancing they wet
I'm on comma digits and checks
I'm a go getter for that bankroll
That money here on deck
I'm just tryna get it whip it flip it pitch it make it go
Trappaz on me clip em rip em spit em what you take me for, nah
Never been no _itch
Never been no suckaz
Man I keep me a clip, cuz I don't trust mutha uggaz
Trapped up on go, four pound four oh
I give that green light on your homeboys
That there mean go
We go hard since day one
Me and all my day ones
That NWA ish, we spray ish wit them k guns
Certified this G ish, white work keep weed lit
People bleed like I do, better them bleed than me _itch
We catch wreck and we wreck homies
Shooters wit me on deck homie
Throw bullets see you picked off
Round here we intercept homies
CHORUS
Squeezin round the city, flexin like I'm Nino
Dealin wit them pookies and money like casinos
Getting G money, breakin down them kilos
Course if you a boss then you make your whole team known
I got the sauce now wipe me off
FA on em, I am the boss
Play wit them sticks just not lacrosse
30 shot clips that'll knock you off
Know you heard nigga got the word
I got white n**** I got birds
I got pounds n**** I got herb
Bitches gimme brain n**** I got nerves
I got the urge just to up and splurge
Throw on my ice n**** rock my firs
Everything Gucci and the wrist on burn
Money in my pocket getting rich off her
I'ma go HAM nigga I'ma go HAM
I'ma go Ferrari I'ma go Lam
I'ma go white n**** I'ma go tan
Trap full of white like the Ku Klux Klan
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
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