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[Intro: Juicy J]
Yeah, hoe!
Yeah, hoe!
Yeah, hoe!
Yeah!

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
If I hit it one time, I’ma pipe her
If I hit it two times, then I like her
If I fuck three times, I’ma wife her
It ain’t safe for the black or the white girls
It ain’t safe, it ain’t safe, it ain’t safe, it ain’t safe
Tell your man pipe up, nigga, pipe up
Hunnit bands from the safe in your face, what’d you say?
Money dance, turn this shit into a nightclub

[Bridge: G-Eazy & French Montana]
Ayy, yeah, fuck with me and get some money
Yeah, ayy, fuck with me and get some money (Montana)
Ayy, yeah, fuck with me and get some money (G-Eazy, han!)
Ayy, yeah, fuck- skrt, skrt!

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Lighters up, steam out the roof (roof, roof)
Pipe up, spittin’ like grill need a tooth (tooth, tooth)
Turnt-Turnt up, yeah, I need Camila in the group (group, group)
Paper up, double pumpin’, big with the loot (loot, loot)
It ain’t safe, it ain’t safe
Million cash in a safe
Fresh vanilla by the case
Fuck the cuffs are in my brace
Reshi is the name, CB is the game
Let’s call the boys, call a couple planes
Ring on like a mason
Pussy wet, cash long, Kyrie with the mask on
Keep a hunnit, come and get some hunnits
Fuck with me and get some money
We don’t make it disappear, David Copperfield
Drop top on the Ville like a lobster tail
Talk best box free like [?]
Talk the best bitch for a happy meal

[Verse 2: G-Eazy]
Yeah, ayy, yeah
Fuck with me and get some money
Yeah, in Miami partying with Puffy, ayy
She want to fuck, I told her bring her buddy, ayy
Yeah, suck a- suck a dick or something
Yeah, what’s understood ain’t gotta be explained, ayy
Strippers at 11 keep me entertained
Money dance, money dance, just to make it rain
Yeah, third album, nothing was the same
It ain’t safe, it ain’t safe
A-$-A-P
I come from the bay where the Cudi say "Yee"
Touchdown in the town, I’m as big as KD
See NBA money, plant a fucking money tree
Diamonds, crystal geyser
Big body that 488’s wider
Pulling up like along came a spider
The fourth time I put a baby inside her

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
If I hit it one time, I’ma pipe her
If I hit it two times, then I like her
If I fuck three times, I’ma wife her
It ain’t safe for the black or the white girls
It ain’t safe, it ain’t safe, it ain’t safe, it ain’t safe
Tell your man pipe up, nigga, pipe up
Hunnit bands from the safe in your face, what’d you say?
Money dance, turn this shit into a nightclub

[Verse 3: Juicy J]
Slob on my knob, like corn on the cob
I break a bitch, like Chyna did Rob
Put a ho to work, like she went and got a job
Everybody hit man, welcome to the mob (Mafia!)
Pull up another whip or something, yeah a different one
Fuck up another VIP or something, I been killing ’em
Smoke another zip or something, [?]
Take another sip or some, I ain’t lit enough
It ain’t safe, it ain’t safe
Got them guns in my wraith
Got them ones everywhere, she got them buns in my face
I got girls on the pole, like they tryna win a race
Free that nigga Tay K, I just got another case
We get drugged up, and tear the club up
You too boring for the bitch, get your buns up
It ain’t safe, it ain’t safe
All these diamonds in the face
Fuck around and turn that bitch to Stevie Wonder
Yeah hoe!

[Bridge: Belly]
Fuck with B and get some money (Belly)
Fuck with B and get some money (It’s me)
Fuck with B and get some money
Uh, screaming "uhhh"

[Verse 4: Belly]
Master P
Baby that ass looking like a masterpiece
Used to open doors with a half a key
Fish scale by the whale, call it catch release
No limit to it, no limit
I’m still with the go-getters and the gorillas
Old paper got me dressed up like a dope dealer
Like a wholesale of money, smellin’ like a co-seller
It ain’t safe (no)
Check your bags on me, I don’t give a thang
Shoe box for my for my very first bank (hello)
I might pull up on your court with the tank (no limit!)

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
If I hit it one time, I’ma pipe her
If I hit it two times, then I like her
If I fuck three times, I’ma wife her
It ain’t safe for the black or the white girls
It ain’t safe, it ain’t safe, it ain’t safe, it ain’t safe
Tell your man pipe up, nigga, pipe up
Hunnit bands from the safe in your face, what’d you say?
Money dance, turn this shit into a nightclub

[Bridge: G-Eazy]
Ayy, yeah, fuck with me and get some money
Yeah, ayy, fuck with me and get some money
Ayy, yeah, fuck with me and get some money
Ayy, yeah, fuck with G and get some money

[Chorus: Drew Love]
It’s hard to sleep these days
The sounds of all the screams keep me awake
Love is gone, love is gone
Bend until we break, stand by and watch us all go up in flames
Love is gone, love is gone (uh, yeah)

[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
Shit, the world is a flame
We worry about materials and the simplest things
When cops are killing people, and can’t take the blame
They get acquitted, then you wonder why all the people rage, stupid
We all keep praying for peace, praying for progress
If you live in the hills then you stay in the projects
So folks won’t listen if they think what I’m saying is conscious
They’d rather hear me turning up on some simpler topics
Yeah so what’s my place, am I outta line?
Then speaking what’s going on, and saying what’s on my mind
This shit is fucked up, plus it’s happening all the time
My job, as a rapper is to entertain, we tryna shine
I’m not no politician, but they listen, somebody inform ’em
All the kids gotta find out whats really important
I got a platform and a voice and a stage to perform on
Music could be a good escape, but outside it’s been storming

[Chorus: Drew Love]
It’s hard to sleep these days
The sounds of all the screams keep me awake
Love is gone, love is gone
Bend until we break, stand by and watch us all go up in flames
Love is gone, love is gone (yeah, uh)

[Verse 2: G-Eazy]
As I sit in the studio, guess the thinking is
If the statement’s too crazy then should I finish this
Or if my image is pretty, don’t wanna blemish this
Or ever split up my fans, reduce my relevance
Pay attention and understand what the premise is
Everything not gravy, we can’t pretend it is
So I salute YG, fuck the president
‘Cause he a fucking racist supported by white supremacists
Fuck Donald, go back to just running businesses
We all wishing somehow we could’ve prevented this
Until we all love each other nobody benefits
Minorities and feminists, trans, gays and immigrants
The government mix politics and religiousness
So a man’s body’s more free than a woman’s is
The anger is real, the riots are limitless
And nothing’s gonna change ’til we killing off all this ignorance

[Chorus: Drew Love]
It’s hard to sleep these days
The sounds of all the screams keep me awake
Love is gone, love is gone
Bend until we break, stand by and watch us all go up in flames
Love is gone, love is gone

[Outro: Drew Love]
Monsters, we’ve turned into monsters
How did we get the way we are?
How did we get the way we are?
How did we get the way we are?
Our conscience, we lost it
How did we get the way we are?
How did we get the way we are?
How did we get the way we are?
We are, we are
How did we get the way we are?
We are, we are
How did we get the way we are?
We are, we are
How did we get the way we are?
We are, we are
How did we get the way we are?

It was Christmas Eve, babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me
"Won’t see another one"
And then he sang a song
‘The Rare Old Mountain Dew’
I turned my face away
And dreamed about you

Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen-to-one
I’ve got a feeling
This year’s for me and you
So, Happy Christmas
I love you, baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true

They’ve got cars big as bars
They’ve got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
It’s no place for the old
When you first took my hand
On a cold Christmas Eve
You promised me Broadway
Was waiting for me

"You were handsome!" "You were pretty
Queen of New York City"
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging
All the drunks, they were singing
And we kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night

And the boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing ‘Galway Bay’
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas day

"You’re a bum, you’re a punk"
"You’re an old cut on junk
Lying there almost dead
On a drip in that bed"
"You scumbag, you maggot
You cheap lousy [?]
Maybe Christmas, you [?]
I pray God it’s our last"

The boys of the NYPD choir
Still singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells are ringing out
For Christmas day

"I could have been someone"
"Well, so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you"
"I took them with me, babe
I kept them with my own
Can’t make it all alone
I’ve built my dreams around you"

The boys of the NYPD choir
Still singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells are ringing out
For Christmas day

[Verse 1]
I found a love for me
Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead
Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet
Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me
‘Cause we were just kids when we fell in love
Not knowing what it was
I will not give you up this time
But darling, just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own
And in your eyes, you’re holding mine

[Chorus]
Baby, I’m dancing in the dark with you between my arms
Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favourite song
When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath
But you heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight

[Verse 2]
Well I found a woman, stronger than anyone I know
She shares my dreams, I hope that someday I’ll share her home
I found a love, to carry more than just my secrets
To carry love, to carry children of our own
We are still kids, but we’re so in love
Fighting against all odds
I know we’ll be alright this time
Darling, just hold my hand
Be my girl, I’ll be your man
I see my future in your eyes

[Chorus 2]
Baby, I’m dancing in the dark, with you between my arms
Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song
When I saw you in that dress, looking so beautiful
I don’t deserve this, darling, you look perfect tonight

[Instrumental]

[Chorus 3]
Baby, I’m dancing in the dark, with you between my arms
Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song
I have faith in what I see
Now I know I have met an angel in person
And she looks perfect
I don’t deserve this
You look perfect tonight

[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Chris Brown]
Flexin’ on you, I’m your father (ayy)
Choppa spittin’ lugees like a motherfuckin’ Llama (ayy)
Got the big racks on me, bitch, I’m thumbin’ through them commas
Presidential Rollie got me feelin’ like Obama (woo)
Blew up big, got me feelin’ like Osama
Pussy rappin’ ’bout that choppa, bitch, you know I keep a Yoppa (yeah)
Know I keep a Yoppa, bitch, you know I keep a Yoppa
Know I told her, yeah but bitch, you know I keep a Yoppa, keep a Yoppa

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Keep it on me, it stay on me at all times
Don’t sleep on me, don’t speak on me, it’s suicide
Aim it at your brain, it’s insane how them slugs fly
Codeine purple rain, is this what it means when doves cry?
Never leave my piece, .40 under the seat
Protect my family ’cause I don’t trust the police now
Love my choppa and I know she loves me
Ain’t no safety ’cause it got the lemon squeeze

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Don’t even try
You ain’t ’bout that life
You ain’t ready to die
Choppa tell the truth, it expose your life

[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Chris Brown]
Flexin’ on you, I’m your father (ayy, father)
Choppa spittin’ lugees like a motherfuckin’ Llama (ayy)
Got the big racks on me, bitch, I’m thumbin’ through them commas
Presidential Rollie got me feelin’ like Obama (yeah)
Blew up big, got me feelin’ like Osama
Pussy rappin’ ’bout that choppa, bitch, you know I keep a Yoppa (yeah)
Know I keep a Yoppa, bitch, you know I keep a Yoppa
Know I told her, yeah but bitch, you know I keep a Yoppa, keep a Yoppa

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Keep a Yoppa, my nigga, I keep a choppa
If you put it in, your gun jam, sayonara, c’est la vie
Say you got a problem, my nigg, so what’s the problem?
It can go down right now, just slide up
Should think smarter, should think better
And I ain’t ’bout to argue with a grown ass nigga
I ain’t here to play no games, give a fuck who you claim
Choppa on me, this the gang, I let it bang

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Don’t even try
You ain’t ’bout that life
You ain’t ready to die
Choppa tell the truth, it expose your life

[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Chris Brown]
Flexin’ on you, I’m your father (ayy)
Choppa spittin’ lugees like a motherfuckin’ Llama (ayy)
Got the big racks on me, bitch, I’m thumbin’ through them commas
Presidential Rollie got me feelin’ like Obama (woo)
Blew up big, got me feelin’ like Osama
Pussy rappin’ ’bout that choppa, bitch, you know I keep a Yoppa (yeah)
Know I keep a Yoppa, bitch, you know I keep a Yoppa
Know I told her, yeah but bitch, you know I keep a Yoppa, keep a Yoppa