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[Intro: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, do it for the hood, nigga, rep
Yeah, Soufside with an F ’cause I’m fresh
Do it for the hood, nigga, rep
Soufside with an F ’cause I’m fresh
Tryna make my mama proud, uh
I ain’t tryna let my mama down (yah)
I’m just tryna make my mama proud, uh
I ain’t fuckin’ ’round with you (uh, uh, uh)

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
T.R.U. University, I pull it up and murk a beat
Mama house was filled up with bags of Hercules (strong)
Soon as I finished pissin’, I put the seat down
Or my mama’d be cussin’ my damn ass out
Only child, no siblings, no besties
I couldn’t do nothin’ right like a lefty (woo)
Bought my mama’s first house with the juug money (alright)
Bought my mama’s second house with the club money (show)
Me and mama used to trap out the same house (same house)
Used to eat and go to sleep on the same couch (same couch)
Me and mama got busted at the same time (same time)
Went to court and told judge the damn same lies (same lies)
I can tell mama proud of her only son
2 Chainz, I have always worn more than one
Yeah I’m real, I’m ill, you know, you gotta feel
You poppin’ pills, I’m rarer than two dollar bills

[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, I’m just tryna make my mama proud (make my mama proud, yeah)
I ain’t tryna let my mama down (down, down, down)
Yeah, I’m just tryna make my mama proud, yeah (proud, yeah)
I ain’t tryna let my mama down (down, down, down)
Yeah, mama ain’t raise no hoe, one more time
Yeah, my mama ain’t raise no hoe
Yeah, yeah, yeah, mama ain’t raise no hoe
Yeah, yeah, mama ain’t raise no hoe

[Verse 2: YG]
4Hunnid! My mama ain’t raise no hoe (no hoe)
‘Cause my mama ain’t no hoe (no hoe)
My mama ain’t raise no hoe (no hoe)
Drop a pin and in ten we at your door, nigga
Hoe bitches gettin’ fucked on the floor
They cold-hearted so you gotta do ’em cold
These hoes and my mama can’t get along (why?)
‘Cause my mama ain’t no hoe
I was runnin’ up a check with the homies on the disk
I was fuckin’ up the pork, I ain’t ever do the feds
Got some YGs from the gang, they’ll do you for a check
And you know I’m gang gang ’cause that’s the only thing I rep
Ayy, mama
When I leave the house it’s for them dollars
You are the reason I bought that choppa
‘Cause I know you wanna see me come home proper
Soon as I get right I said I gotcha then I gotcha
4Hunnid!

[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, I’m just tryna make my mama proud (make my mama proud, yeah)
I ain’t tryna let my mama down (down, down, down)
Yeah, I’m just tryna make my mama proud, yeah (proud, yeah)
I ain’t tryna let my mama down (down, down, down)
Yeah, mama ain’t raise no hoe, one more time
Yeah, my mama ain’t raise no hoe
Yeah, yeah, yeah, mama ain’t raise no hoe
Yeah, yeah, mama ain’t raise no hoe

[Verse 3: Offset]
Mama taught me how to get that bankroll (mama)
Yeah, vault up in my loft in case the bank closed (vault, yeah)
Mama ain’t have it all, we wore the same clothes (have it all)
I kicked the door, I kicked the door, I risked it all for dough (kicked the door)
I found that .44, it turned me to an animal (4, 4)
Got that wide load, niggas wasn’t even compatible (wide load)
Choppa firin’, it soundin’ just like a rattle lure
.223 caliber, you ain’t in my caliber (oh, oh)
Mama told me pray ’cause they’ll keep givin’ me these bucks (bucks)
Sit on that G6, I’m flyin’ high, Aladdin on the rug (mama)
I put Goyard on my mama (Goyard)
Every nigga not partner, son, when you come up (come up)
All them bitches in your face, son, they are piranhas
Stay up out the way, but beat him if he run up (run up)
Mike Jack in his prime with Madonna
I’m just tryna bring her to my mama (mama)

[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, I’m just tryna make my mama proud (make my mama proud, yeah)
I ain’t tryna let my mama down (down, down, down)
Yeah, I’m just tryna make my mama proud, yeah (proud, yeah)
I ain’t tryna let my mama down (down, down, down)
Yeah, mama ain’t raise no hoe, one more time
Yeah, my mama ain’t raise no hoe
Yeah, yeah, yeah, mama ain’t raise no hoe
Yeah, yeah, mama ain’t raise no hoe

[Outro: 2 Chainz]
Do it for the hood, nigga, rep
Soufside with an F ’cause I’m fresh
Do it for the hood, nigga, rep
Soufside with an F ’cause I’m fresh

[Intro]
Dat Boy Cassius
Nonstop

[Chorus]
I hop on the beat
Her body on fleek
My pockets obese
My partner gon’ eat
My partner a G
We straight out the street
Home of the Braves
Land of the freaks

[Chorus]
I hop on the beat
Her body on fleek
My pockets obese
My partner gon’ eat
My partner a G
We straight out the street
Home of the Braves
Land of the freaks

[Verse 1]
Got so many cars, I’m like, “What I need to be here for?” (Yeah)
Got so much money, I’m like, “What I’m gon’ pretend for?” (Yeah)
Hundred dollar bills with no motherfuckin’ billfold (No)
And you know I’m kickin’ shit like a fuckin’ field goal (No)
Yeah, gold, all on my pinky (Damn)
Yeah, gold, all on my wrist
Yeah, gold, all on my grill
Yeah, gold, all on my chest
Yeah, I’m a misfit, dipshit, fishsticks, six whips
Times two, I’m cold, swine flu, must I remind you?
Bitch, tell her nigga, my bitch, she came with stilettos
Nigga, my crew, we came with Barrettas
Nigga, my car, it came with umbrellas
Nigga, put that shit on acapella, head to toe in Donatella
Nigga know my old school, a motherfuckin’ Panamera (God damn!)
Mind on me (No), so don’t worry ’bout mine
I smoke and get vibes
Look at my eye (Yeah), I can’t decide how to describe
Your nigga lookin’ broke, I hope that shit a disguise (Yeah)

[Chorus]
I hop on the beat
Her body on fleek
My pockets obese
My partner gon’ eat
My partner a G
We straight out the street
Home of the Braves
Land of the freaks

[Chorus]
I hop on the beat
Her body on fleek
My pockets obese
My partner gon’ eat
My partner a G
We straight out the street
Home of the Braves
Land of the freaks

[Verse 2]
Freak on my Zodiac, you must be heavy on Cognac
I gave you a hundred, you told me a seventy five, lil’ bitch, I want me a quarterback
I am indulgin’ in oysters, I bought my shawty a cluster
I come and ride for a busta, car came with everything except a butler, yeah
She pidgeon-toed in them Christians
Don’t fuck with Goofy niggas, that’s Disney
Always on my grizzly, table in the back, picnic (Yeah)
Alka-Seltzer Cold, your career started fizzin’
You gon’ need 4 pair Cartier’s to see my vision
Ok, deliverin’ a dealership
Go so much, need a membership
My car knock-kneed like Kenny Smith
And I’m signin’ off, no penmanship, yeah

[Chorus]
I hop on the beat
Her body on fleek
My pockets obese
My partner gon’ eat
My partner a G
We straight out the street
Home of the Braves
Land of the freaks

[Chorus]
I hop on the beat
Her body on fleek
My pockets obese
My partner gon’ eat
My partner a G
We straight out the street
Home of the Braves
Land of the freaks

[Intro: Duke Da God]
In the beginnin’ of this movement it was all a dream
The passion, the dedication, the persistence
To achieve greatness, to reach each and every speaker from here on out
We didn’t land on the rock, we moved the rock
All my niggas from state to state. All my niggas from town to town
All my people from nation to nation, yes I brought somethin’ powerful with me!
And yes I brought some powerful people with me!
And we’d like to present somethin’ we call More Than Music

[Verse 1: Hell Rell]
Niggas clap to the flow they applaud my music
We do this for the love Duke this is More Than Music
1’s for the money and 2’s for the show and
3’s for the Cadillac ridin’ on vogues, man
Can you imagine how we smashin’
This motherfuckin’ game we got a right to braggin’
I ain’t with the talkin’ fam I see you and attack
And we the Byrdgang I threw this eagle on my back
The Bronx is where I reside haze got me hizzigh
I hustle to get rich; you hustle just to get by
How you cook your coke I ice water with mine
I’ll burn all my money before I give a bitch mine
Picture Rell trickin’ on ’em
They not envelopes picture Rell lickin’ on ’em
The game switchin’ on ’em
Still over the stove cookin’ that raw
And I analyzed the game when Killa took me on tour
All the G’s salutin’ me bitches screamin’ my name
Felt good to be on stage rocks gleam from the chain
I put my life on paper when I record my music
You can look me in my eyes and see it’s More Than Music

[Verse 2: J.R. Writer]
Me I still tag play the groupies
At the Waldorf tryin to valet the hooptie
Sazzae a hoochie with bags made of Gucci
And truly take her to a ballet and movie
What you ain’t understadin’ shorty
Picture me blam the 40
I got a line up of killas tha’tll just blam you for me
Cause when I’m out its like Girls Gone Wild
Soon as I lift up my shirt the cameras on me
I freak a land of hoes sittin’ on that Phantom Rolls
Pound down an O roll it in Habana golds
Sinatra dutches you gots to love it
Addressin’ like dressin’ catch up/ketchup the drop is mustard
See how I switch fag Jag with the rip rag
How many rides I own never been to Six Flags
If the bitch ask for me to really trick bags
I tell her kiss ass hit her with a Kiss laugh
Snitch you should go gossip with the chicks
I’m logically the shit a bottle full of Cris
That’s Prada on my kicks your wife all on my dick
A pimp check the blue mink pocket full of chips
A lot of y’all sick corner based snort this tape
And when I rap scrap they say Lord have sake
The six-minute prince every rapper sorta hate
Cause I do it no pause breathers nor water breaks
They boy get stupid ain’t no more to me
Ain’t no more to see, I’m More Than Music
So the dudes lust ’em it’s a movement fuck ’em
Writers Block for the hell of it and Duke Production

[Intro: Smokepurpp]
Till my fingers blue
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
Lil purpp

[Hook: Smokepurpp]
I just fucked this bitch inside a Bentley coupe
Hopped up in the Wraith got stars up on the roof
I like selling mid because I smoke the boof
I be countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
Till my fingers blue, till my fingers blue
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
Till my fingers blue, till my fingers blue
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue

[Verse 1: Smokepurpp]
Hop out the whip, i’m in the kitchen i whip
Chopper on me, shots to the head make him sit
Yeah I’m the shit, all of my songs is a hit I don’t miss
Smokin’ on gas in the VIP, poppin’ champagne on a bitch
Heard you a snitch, nigga be quiet cuz you can get bitched
I keep a chopper it’s loaded, hop out the rolls got my name on the curtain
Fuckin’ yo thot yeah I do that for certain
And I stay clean like detergent
Poppin’ on xannies and poppin’ on perkies
Run up on me you get cut like a turkey

[Hook: Smokepurpp]
I just fucked this bitch inside a Bentley coupe
Hopped up in the Wraith got stars up on the roof
I like selling mid because I smoke the boof
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
Till my fingers blue, till my fingers blue
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
Till my fingers blue, till my fingers blue
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Till my fingers blue, till my fingers blue
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
Lamborghini roadster, this is not the coupe (Skrr skrr)
If I slide the top off then you better shoot (yeah!)
Diamond teeth (shine), diamonds white and pink (it’s lit)
Yeah, back in sync, just in time to drink
Still strawberry smooth, still roll off the goop
Hit her off the view, top floor aerial
Yeah, all she do is dance and take xans, she too basic
If she ever plan on fall asleep my hands replace them
Whole damn crew, off the zoot
Pour the juice, hit the jack and count the deads

[Hook: Smokepurpp & Travis Scott]
I just fucked this bitch inside a Bentley coupe
Hopped up in the Wraith got stars up on the roof
I like selling mid because I smoke the boof
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
Till my fingers blue, till my fingers blue
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
Till my fingers blue, till my fingers blue
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue

[Verse 1]
And I need your love, I need you here with me
And I don’t care ’bout much else
And I know it’s hard for five million reasons
But I don’t think I could wait

[Pre-Chorus]
When I’m feeling your love it’s like a wind that blows
I can’t give up and I can’t let go
I won’t give up, I won’t lose
When I’m broken down and I’m bruised
I’m gonna get myself back home to you, ooh

[Chorus]
Only you-ah
Only you-ah
Only you-ah
Only you

[Verse 2]
And I need someone to lay down beside me
‘Cause I can’t sleep by myself
And my poor old heart’s in five million pieces
Now I’m asking for your help

[Pre-Chorus]
When I’m feeling your love it’s like a wind that blows
I can’t give up and I can’t let go
I won’t give up, I won’t lose
When I’m broken down and I’m bruised
I’m gonna get myself back home to you, ooh

[Chorus]
Only you-ah
Only you-ah
Only you-ah
Only you

[Bridge]
You-ah
You-ah

[Pre-Chorus]
When I’m feeling your love it’s like a wind that blows
I can’t give up and I can’t let go
I won’t give up, I won’t lose
When I’m broken down and I’m bruised
I’m gonna get myself back home to you, ooh

[Chorus]
Only you-ah
Only you-ah
Only you-ah
Only you