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[Intro: Big Tuck]
What’s crackin’?
You already know who it is
Ya boy, Big Tuck
Freight Train Tuck
Astroworld is now in session, ya understand?
I’m the dean of this here
I got this

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Yeah, yeah
Parked at the Days Inn, ain’t takin’ no days in (yeah)
Don’t need a vacation, I need a replacement (alright)
Bustin’ the lights out soon as we came in (it’s lit)
What’re they talkin’ about, what’s it pertainin’ (yeah, yeah)
Need me a therapist to ask if I’m aging (yeah)
This M-E-D it feel caved in (yeah)
All of my demons invadin’
I live paranoid, hesitatin’
They bitin’, they bitin’, the cadence (skrt, skrt)
Go out their way, it’s okay
Just lock the doors at the basement
I got a gate with my face in it

[Chorus: Frank Ocean]
Brand new, brand new
This new place I got to
New world, new sky
That’s so blue it’s black too
New growth, new growth
All these fades I outgrew
Blue bands, blue bands
Get my cash from drive-thru
Boy you’re too flash, too flash
Keep the flash minimal
Bitch, I’m too cold, too cold
See my breath visible

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Yeah
Icy cold, it is so, it is so icy cold, yeah
Mixing the water with cheese is making the money get mold, yeah
Trying to be like gang, you better go get it in vogue, yeah
Put 84’s on lanes, I robbed, how you think of the spokes
We did it, we said it, we spoke, yeah
We put it out, thought it was small, these five or four, uh
This is at home, right down the street, from Alamo

[Verse 3: Frank Ocean & Travis Scott]
Moving in silence don’t mean it’s movin’ slow
Even though the speed got old
Sprinkling methamphetamines
On the leaves like the snow
Bet they soak
I’m a new species, tale swings on the road
Come to reach and lose both
Got springs like a toad
Some for free in the tote
Saké drown like round white diamonds
Carats (yah)
Copy sound, might got two wings, parrot (alright!)
Landing down wind, caught two wings (it’s lit!)
Talons scrape, hit the stage, two wings (yeah, yeah!)
Better pray, better pray, two wings (straight up!)

[Chorus: Frank Ocean]
Brand new, brand new
This new place I got to
New world, new sky
That’s so blue it’s black too
New growth, new growth
All these fades I outgrew
Blue bands, blue bands
Get my cash from drive-thru
Boy you’re too flash, too flash
Keep the flash minimal
Bitch, I’m too cold, too cold
See my breath visible

[Intro]
I might need me some ventilation
A little vacation, Houstonfornication
Mind redefine new renovations
Space coupe back out of the space station
Float around town, do that on the daily

[Verse 1]
How I’m supposed to feel safe, twelve live adjacent (twelve)
Yeah, crib built like a prison where that bitch is gated (yah)
Yeah, spendin’ all my time up there gettin’ faded (it’s lit)
Yeah, handin’ out the E! to the Entertainment (alright)
Yeah, you know on this side it’s poppin’ and it’s dangerous (pop it, pop it)
Ridin’ through the clouds we goin’ through the vapors (phew, phew)
I’m just tryna get the paper, stayin’ out the papers
It ain’t easily done, it ain’t easy (yeah)
Pop a seal like it’s Chris, make it look Breezy (it’s lit)
Wedding bands on my fist, it is freezing (straight up)
Throw the bands get a kiss, then she leave me (cash)
I just want the peace, it’s still Lambo’ over Mercedes, yuh
Just built the Astroworld playground to play with my baby, yuh (my baby)
Had a few pop singers, anyone could be yo’ mama (yeah)
Had some real conversations with my nigga Bill, about Congress, yeah (straight up)
We at the fest, come and link, per-reques, yeah (alright)
Send the pin, drop it in, GPS, ah (yeah)
Seein’ flashes, oh, no-no, that’s my neck, yeah (it’s lit)
I’ve been livin’ paranoid, watch yo’ step (yeah yeah)

[Chorus]
Ain’t never freein’ up and never let y’all, man
We always forgive, but don’t forget easily (oh no)
Cut my phone off so they can never reach me
Life is just a maze, goin’ through my phases (yeah)
I might need me some ventilation
A little vacation, Houstonfornication
Mind redefine new renovations
Space coupe back out of the space station
If it rise on the East, land on the West
We gon’ make that shit pop, bust it for a check
Call the plays, link the squad, we gon’ make it cash

[Verse 2]
Yeah, nobody can press me but the press
Nobody can check me when it’s chess (ah, nah, for real)
They comin’ at my neck like Gillette (Gillette)
I’m out the cash, that’s the butterfly effect, yeah
I’ve been locked in for so long, I done got dreads, uh
Took the girl off the net, worked it up the net, uh
Iced out watches for the game, Patek the set
Had to move up off my block, it took finesse, yeah
Just keep droppin’ them bombs, you should probably save your breath, yeah
We ain’t gone play the steel, why you tryna funk the flex, yeah
All my dogs in my wheel, they gon’ ride you to the death, yeah
Elevator up the hill we ain’t never take the steps, uh (yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
Ain’t never freein’ up and never let y’all, man
We always forgive, but don’t forget easily (oh no)
Cut my phone off so they can never reach me
Life is just a maze, goin’ through my phases (yeah)
I might need me some ventilation
A little vacation, Houstonfornication
Mind redefine new renovations
Space coupe back out of the space station
If it rise on the East, land on the West
We gon’ make that shit pop, bust it for a check
Call the plays, link the squad, we gon’ make it cash

[Hook]
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn!
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn!

[Verse 1]
Independent like a motherfucker [?]
Build another twenty schools
Let’s show em how we ball
I ride for my city, I ride for my dawgs
Hit the mayor at the show
New Year’s Eve, boy it’s on
Man it’s on in the [?]
Mr. 3-0-5, Mr. Took over the world
Mr. Stay-on-fire, Mr. Fuckboy-Free
Mr. Fuckboy-Please
Mr. Got-the-whole-game-on-its-knees
Let’s ride

[Hook]
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn!
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn!

[Verse 2]
Baby I got A-D-D, a delicious dick
And I’m ready to act a fool in this bitch
This chico stay slick, this chico stay lit
Imma change my name to Mr. Stay-rich
Been getting loose, been getting paid
3-0-5 representer, been repping Dade
I’m a chico in the game that spit that flame
That spit that fire, now let’s get off the chain
Let’s ride

[Hook]
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn!
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn!

[Bridge]
Go DJ, Go DJ, the DJ’s on fire
No pare, sigue, sigue
Go DJ, Go DJ, the DJ’s on fire
No pare, sigue, sigue

[Hook]
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn!
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn!
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn!
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn!

[Outro]
Burn motherfucker, Burn!

[Intro: Moneybagg Yo]
Tay Keith
Run that back, Turbo
Now I pull up in a foreign, foreign
Javar said, “pick up that bag”, right?
If you ain’t getting money, what you on, on?

[Chorus: Gunna & Moneybagg Yo]
If you ain’t getting money, what you on, on?
Got some racks and keep a loaded gun
Gunna Gunna, I’m a young Don
Too many losses, yeah a nigga won
She take that molly, drink that Sean Don
Fly that private jet to Hong Kong
I’m rocking BAPE and they like King Kong’s
Stack them racks up every day of the month
If you ain’t getting money, leave me ‘lone, ‘lone
Make it rain, make it storm, storm
Half a brick for the charm, charm
Flooded AP on my arm, arm
If you ain’t getting money, what you on, on?
Half a million just to ride foreign
If you ain’t getting money, what you on, on?
Revenue touching my palms

[Verse 1: Gunna]
I hit up Moneybagg, we gotta go up
I made a mansion, move my my niggas they stuff
I balanced down and now I’m flying above
I might hit Magic and go throw me a dub
Pour some mud up, now I’m filled up with suds
Locked with them and finally got me a buzz
Golden child, niggas don’t wanna touch
You might can drip, but you don’t drip it like us

[Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo]
Designer down when I walk in the club
So many blue hunnids, they thought I was cuz
I’m balling, bitch
Fuck [?]
Blunt stuffed, looking just like a nub
Don’t try to come around when you get squeaked, can’t fuck with no leech
Me and Gunna on the way to yo city, two first class seats

[Chorus: Gunna & Moneybagg Yo]
If you ain’t getting money, what you on, on?
Got some racks and keep a loaded gun
Gunna Gunna, I’m a young Don
Too many losses, yeah a nigga won
She take that molly, drink that Sean Don
Fly that private jet to Hong Kong
I’m rocking BAPE and they like King Kong’s
Stack them racks up every day of the month
If you ain’t getting money, leave me ‘lone, ‘lone
Make it rain, make it storm, storm
Half a brick for the charm, charm
Flooded AP on my arm, arm
If you ain’t getting money, what you on, on?
Half a million just to ride foreign
If you ain’t getting money, what you on, on?
Revenue touching my palms

[Verse 3: Moneybagg Yo]
I know some hittas that’s ready to eat, right now as I speak (right now, right now)
I’m dripping, I’m leaking, I’m flashing my teeth, right now as I speak (I’m iced out by Johnny)
I used to trap off the back porch (backyard)
Now I got stamps on my passport (global)
I used to walk in the front door (then what?)
Finesse ’em and run out the back door (gone)

[Verse 4: Gunna]
We the bosses, you can’t boss over us
Get put in coffin, no more losses for us
Too many foreigns, nothing but options for us
The Spyder white with the pecan guts
I’ma ride, I’m the one you can trust
Homicide niggas stay in the cut
I came a long way from serving that dust
Too many shows, a young nigga booked up

[Chorus: Gunna & Moneybagg Yo]
If you ain’t getting money, what you on, on?
Got some racks and keep a loaded gun
Gunna Gunna, I’m a young Don
Too many losses, yeah a nigga won
She take that molly, drink that Sean Don
Fly that private jet to Hong Kong
I’m rocking BAPE and they like King Kong’s
Stack them racks up every day of the month
If you ain’t getting money, leave me ‘lone, ‘lone
Make it rain, make it storm, storm
Half a brick for the charm, charm
Flooded AP on my arm, arm
If you ain’t getting money, what you on, on?
Half a million just to ride foreign
If you ain’t getting money, what you on, on?
Revenue touching my palms

[Outro]
Damn, Denaro

[Intro]
Oooh, yeah, yeah
I put my feelings on safety
So I don’t go shootin’ where your heart be
‘Cause you take the bullet tryna save me
Then I’m left to deal with makin’ you bleed

[Pre-Chorus]
And that’s a whole lotta love, ain’t tryna waste it
Like we be runnin’ ’em out and never make it
That’s just too bitter for words, don’t wanna taste it
That’s just too bitter for words, don’t wanna face it

[Chorus]
But I think that I’m done trippin’, I’m trip-trippin’
I’ve been sippin’, that’s how I control
This feelin’, you keep givin’
You keep on hittin’ it ooh, oh
Maybe it’s your love, it’s too good to be true
Baby boy, your love, got me trippin’ on you
You know your love is big enough, make me trip up on you
Yeah, it’s big enough, got me trippin’ on you, trip-trippin’ on you

[Post-Chorus]
My bad, my bad for, trippin’ on you (trippin’ on you)
My bad, my bad for, trippin’ on you (trippin’ on you)

[Verse 2]
Boy, you know we’re cool, and now you’re waitin’
But I act a fool when I don’t get it
And I’m steady bruisin’ just to save this
But I tripped on your love, now I’m addicted

[Pre-Chorus]
And that’s a whole lotta love, ain’t tryna waste it
Like we be runnin’ ’em out and never make it
That’s just too bitter for words, don’t wanna taste it
That’s just too bitter for words, don’t wanna face it

[Chorus]
But I think that I’m done trippin’, I’m trip-trippin’
I’ve been sippin’, that’s how I control
This feelin’, you keep givin’
You keep on hittin’ it ooh, oh
Maybe it’s your love, it’s too good to be true
Baby boy, your love, got me trippin’ on you
You know your love is big enough, make me trip up on you
Yeah, it’s big enough, got me trippin’ on you, trip-trippin’ on you

[Post-Chorus]
My bad, my bad for, trippin’ on you (trippin’ on you)
My bad, my bad for, trippin’ on you (trippin’ on you)

[Bridge]
That’s some kind of love, baby (trip, trip)
That’s the type of love, make (trip, trip, trippin’ on you)
It’s big enough, make me (trip, trip)
It’s big enough, got me (trip, trip, tripping on you)

[Chorus]
I’m done trippin’, I’m trip-trippin’
I’ve been sippin’, that’s how I control
This feelin’, you keep givin’
You keep on hittin’ it ooh, oh
Maybe it’s your love, it’s too good to be true
Baby boy, your love, got me trippin’ on you
You know your love is big enough, make me trip up on you
Yeah, it’s big enough, got me trippin’ on you, trip-trippin’ on you

[Outro]
My bad, my bad for, trippin’ on you (baby, baby, baby, trippin’ on you)
My bad, my bad for, trippin’ on you (trippin’ on you, trippin’ on you, baby)
My bad, my bad for, trippin’ on you
Said I admit I was wrong when I did it
My bad, my bad for, trippin’ on you (trippin’ on you)
Ooh, yeah, yeah