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[Intro]
Uh man
Oh this what we doing?
Ight bet, I got, i got to get cocky on this one
I got to get a lil barky on this one
You heard
Uh uh

[Verse]
You get the bag and fumble it
I get the bag and flip it and tumble it
Car came with a slut in it
Then I made the bitch cum in it
Double cup in it, no lean, just a red punch
With the rum in it
Silky on, fresh white tee, with the contructs on
Thugging it
The block hot, so i’m tucking it
Glizzy came with a drum in it
Treat my Nina like my old hoes
Start acting up and I’m dumping it
I don’t really play the scenes
Like Amd, I’m in the cup with it
Louis bag with the hundreds in it
Caught a million in it, I had to stuff it in it
Wake and bake in the oven with it
If it ain’t skunking, I ain’t fucking with it
White cars with the black rims
With the insides, peanut butter in it
Still gutter with it, still red colors with it
Still blood for my brother with it
Benz truck, put my mother in it
These checks keep on repeating
My bank account got a studder in it
Bitch nigga i’m eating
Treat the pussy like a Plummer nigga
Put my plunger in it, she screaming
Kicking hoes out the hotel, like a punter wit it
They scheming
Not stupid or a sucker nigga, hoes want to come up nigga
I peep it
Young nigga from the concrete
Now I’m seeing palm trees
Try and get a double r on my car keys and on my car seats
Pocket full of parsley
Glock in arm reach, can’t harm me
Mix the jungle juice with the jamba juice
Now I’m feeling saucy
Feeling like the old me, can’t hold me
In the hood, still moving dolly
If you ain’t gang gang, can’t bro me
Can’t say you love me, got to show me
She said it’s hard to communicate
Cuz I only send emojis
I don’t show no emotions
Can’t let you know me
Swag dripping nosebleed
Gave away my rollies
They was getting old to me
I know that was bold of me
Niggas ain’t as cold as me
Shorty got her a whole nigga
But she in the club poking me
Tryna get a hold of me
I should take her in the bathroom
But that would be the hoe in me
Ass looking like a baboon
Man fuck it bring the hoe with me
Covered with tattoos
It compliment the polo tees
If them haters got a attitude
Hit em with the shoulder lean
Millie rocking through the bad vibes
Time is money, and if it ain’t about the money
I don’t have time
That slow me down the last time damn
So I made that the last time
Now it’s stack rack time uh
Prolly been a wavy nigga
Like back back in my past time
All these funny looking niggas rapping
And they ain’t really saying shit
And I won’t say I hate this shit
I just won’t play this shit
Still the queen out the Brook
My crown still fit me right
Still in the streets like a CitiBike
Still posted like a city light
Had to get my pennies right
Had to change my diet up
Just to get me right
I remember plenty nights, living that Henny life
Never did me right
Now it’s more life plenty life
Can’t settle down, got a busy life
I already know what that kitty like
I’m just tryna see what that Bently like
Cut a lot of niggas off
I bet they talking about me
Fuck what you thinking
Fuck what you thought about me
Better off without me
I’m better off with less than more around me
Fake nigga walk around me
Never had security, no cops
Never had the law around me
Prolly me and three niggas
I just got to keep killing
Getting wins out of losses
Got to keep Meek Milling
We living we billing
Fat blunts, weed spilling
I invested in the weed business
Cuz I’m just tryna see millions
In the stew cooking up cooking up
Had to put my feet in it
When life threw me lemons
I made lemon squeeze with it
No I don’t need women
I don’t know how to keep women
I think I’m a good nigga
But I guess they see different
Can’t get a girl pregnant
So I made my pockets pregnant
Money calling 9/11
Got seven figures but I can’t stop at seven
Nah man got to get it
King gwop till I die
Still get the gwop in heaven
Cuz me and god we connecting
And we got a great connection
Praying with my pistol on me
But that’s just for my protection
Hennessy was my obsession
Just to get through my depression
That was kinda my confessions
We need more spitters
Less funny looking niggas
That’s just my suggestion

[Intro]
Yeah they hatin’, whatchu waitin’ for
Run, they check up, they come right back and go make some mo
Get a bag, fuck the broke shit
Switch, whips, bought some more shit
Change, clothes, its a more licks
Fuck these hoes, bought some more bricks
Whoever said you ain’t gotta have bread
Must’ve slipped and bump their head
I’m just sayin, they don’t know shit

[Chorus]
Dirty money, had to do it, made me run off with the check
I walked in an out the trap, watch me run off with the check
I put niggas in position then we run off with the check
Blowin bags on these bitches that she run off with the check
Go to war with you, for I let you run off with the check
Go to plug, bitch I get it, I done run off with the check
Niggas, trap, trap, trap, then we run off with the check
Shawty, bounce, bounce, bounce, then she run off with the check

[verse 1]
What up dawg, bust a lick, I be really chasin’ check
Street nigga, duckin’ face, bitch I may just call collect
Bust a brick, bust a hit, bust … what i get
36, what you say, I got 30 in this clip
.. and it’s real, ..
Shawty thick cornbread look at how she moves her hips
Look at me gettin’ money, dont pretend …
I got gucci shit all on me and my jeans got all the rips
I just took your bitch shoppin’ at Tiffany’s (Had to do it)
Had to pay her back for what she did for me (I Had to do it)
Everything I pay for I can get for free (yeah yeah yeah)
Think I ain’t fuckin’ with the work, bitch you must be kiddin’

[Chorus]
Dirty money, had to do it, made me run off with the check
I walked in an out the trap, watch me run off with the check
I put niggas in position then we run off with the check
Blowin bags on these bitches that she run off with the check
Go to war with you, for I let you run off with the check
Go to plug, bitch I get it, I done run off with the check
Niggas, trap, trap, trap, then we run off with the check
Shawty, bounce, bounce, bounce, then she run off with the check

{verse 2}
Fendi, fendi, I got shoppin’ bags in a bentley
I run through everything that they send me, can you dig me?
Hermes, Hermes belt I got it wrapped around my kidneys
My … and all my Louie luggage empty
Diamonds on my teeth, I talk money when I speak
I’m clutchin’ on my heat, paranoid when I get …
I get it off the street, like my money stack …
I take care of my kids and like to keep my bitch on flee
… penitentiary (100)
Make sure you say 100 when you mention me (100)
Bitch you .. for what you did to me (remember)
I keep runnin’ up the check I know you sick of me, I got

[Chorus]
Dirty money, had to do it, made me run off with the check
I walked in an out the trap, watch me run off with the check
I put niggas in position then we run off with the check
Blowin bags on these bitches that she run off with the check
Go to war with you, for I let you run off with the check
Go to plug, bitch I get it, I done run off with the check
Niggas, trap, trap, trap, then we run off with the check
Shawty, bounce, bounce, bounce, then she run off with the check

[Chorus]
Fux with the tux
You got to fux with the tux
Are you ready?
Fux with the tux
You got to fux with the tux
Are you ready?

We’re on our way
And we won’t stop ’til we reach the top
(No, we ain’t never gonna stop)
Town to LA
It’s the hottest thing that ever dropped
(Ooh, the hottest thing that ever dropped)

Fux with the tux
You got to fux with the tux
Are you ready?
Fux with the tux
You got to fux with the tux
Are you ready?

[Verse 1]-Snoop Dogg
Ooh wee
We got ourselves another one
No complaining
Just champagne-ing
‘Cause the only time you wear a tuxedo
Is when it’s time to party
You don’t need to flex
It’s just the T-U-X
Ho!

[Bridge]
We’re on our way
And we won’t stop ’til we reach the top
(We won’t stop)
Town to LA
It’s the hottest thing that ever dropped
(Ooh, the hottest thing to drop)

[Chorus]
Fux with the tux
You got to fux with the tux
Are you ready?
Fux with the tux
You got to fux with the tux
Are you ready?

[Outro]
Fux with the tuxedo
Let’s have some fun
That gangsta boogie funk
It’s number one

Fux with the tuxedo
Let’s have some fun
That gangsta boogie funk
It’s number one

[Intro]
We could be free
If we only knew we were slaves to the pains of each other
One thing I believe I could learn
To see my enemy as my brother
Then we could be free, truly
And love could wash away our sorrows
I’m not afraid to bleed
If it means, we’ll make them better today not tomorrow

[Verse 1]
One day I dream of telling my momma
"You ain’t gotta work no more"
Same for my father, born in Ghana, down on that dirt road floor
As far as he came I can’t complain, but pain is so subjective
Spend so much time countin’ issues, I forget to count
My blessings
Watch my cousins back at home, getting water out a well
While I watch my brother stacking stone, whippin’ water by the scale
Tryna’ get a mill’ on the other side
They ain’t got a meal, we don’t recognize we in heaven
So we think we live in hell
It’s been getting kinda hard to tell
But

[Bridge]
Sometimes I wake up and I look up at the sky
Asking why I’m alive when the realest niggas died
And my pride won’t let me give up, lord as hard as I try
In those times I try to remember

[Hook]
That we could be free
If we only knew we were slaves to the pains of each other
One day, I believe I’d learn
To see my enemy as my brother
Then we could be free, truly
And love could wash away our sorrows
I’m not afraid to bleed
If it means, we’ll make them better today not tomorrow

[Verse 2]
I don’t want to wait for the afterlife
I don’t want a vigil by candle light
I don’t want to be the new sacrifice
I don’t want to turn into a poltergeist
Be a ghost at night full of broken dreams
Momma cryin’ at an open casket
Cold as ice in a suit, 3 piece
All dressed up for Sunday masses
Pastor said put faith in God
But faith alone can’t make things right
Who the fuck is you to patronize
Somebody’s son whose daddy died?
Why they flood Baton Rouge?
Why the city singing Alton’s blues?
Why, why, why, why?
I feel like Jadakiss every time I watch the news
What the fuck I got to lose?
So I’m down to bleed if it means things improve
You fools, saying "all lives matter"
But it’s black lives you refuse include
Blocked from the polls
Locked in the hood, trying to stop you from voting and stop you from growing
And cops keep blowing and blowing
Keep black people locked into cotton
They don’t want you to own, but

[Bridge]
Sometimes I wake up and I look up in the sky
Asking why I survived all the days that I could have died
Who am I in my place
To contemplate suicide?
In those times I try to remember

[Hook]
That we could be free, truly
If we’d only knew we were slaves to the pains of each other
But I believe I’d learn
To see my enemy as my brother
Then we could be free, you and me
And we could wash away our sorrows
I’m not afraid to bleed, if it means
We’ll make them better today not tomorrow

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign and Vic Mensa]
Love (love)
Love (love)
To love my enemy as my brother
(yeah yeah yeah)
Make my enemy my brother
Woah, oh, oh, oh
Enemy my brother

[Intro]
We could be free
If we only knew we were slaves to the pains of each other
One thing I believe I could learn
To see my enemy as my brother
Then we could be free, truly
And love could wash away our sorrows
I’m not afraid to bleed
If it means, we’ll make them better today not tomorrow

[Verse 1]
One day I dream of telling my momma
"You ain’t gotta work no more"
Same for my father, born in Ghana, down on that dirt road floor
As far as he came I can’t complain, but pain is so subjective
Spend so much time countin’ issues, I forget to count
My blessings
Watch my cousins back at home, getting water out a well
While I watch my brother stacking stone, whippin’ water by the scale
Tryna’ get a mill’ on the other side
They ain’t got a meal, we don’t recognize we in heaven
So we think we live in hell
It’s been getting kinda hard to tell
But

[Bridge]
Sometimes I wake up and I look up at the sky
Asking why I’m alive when the realest niggas died
And my pride won’t let me give up, lord as hard as I try
In those times I try to remember

[Hook]
That we could be free
If we only knew we were slaves to the pains of each other
One day, I believe I’d learn
To see my enemy as my brother
Then we could be free, truly
And love could wash away our sorrows
I’m not afraid to bleed
If it means, we’ll make them better today not tomorrow

[Verse 2]
I don’t want to wait for the afterlife
I don’t want a vigil by candle light
I don’t want to be the new sacrifice
I don’t want to turn into a poltergeist
Be a ghost at night full of broken dreams
Momma cryin’ at an open casket
Cold as ice in a suit, 3 piece
All dressed up for Sunday masses
Pastor said put faith in God
But faith alone can’t make things right
Who the fuck is you to patronize
Somebody’s son whose daddy died?
Why they flood Baton Rouge?
Why the city singing Alton’s blues?
Why, why, why, why?
I feel like Jadakiss every time I watch the news
What the fuck I got to lose?
So I’m down to bleed if it means things improve
You fools, saying "all lives matter"
But it’s black lives you refuse include
Blocked from the polls
Locked in the hood, trying to stop you from voting and stop you from growing
And cops keep blowing and blowing
Keep black people locked into cotton
They don’t want you to own, but

[Bridge]
Sometimes I wake up and I look up in the sky
Asking why I survived all the days that I could have died
Who am I in my place
To contemplate suicide?
In those times I try to remember

[Hook]
That we could be free, truly
If we’d only knew we were slaves to the pains of each other
But I believe I’d learn
To see my enemy as my brother
Then we could be free, you and me
And we could wash away our sorrows
I’m not afraid to bleed, if it means
We’ll make them better today not tomorrow

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign and Vic Mensa]
Love (love)
Love (love)
To love my enemy as my brother
(yeah yeah yeah)
Make my enemy my brother
Woah, oh, oh, oh
Enemy my brother