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[Intro: Quavo]
Ye, ye, ye, yeah
Ye, ye, ye, yeah
Ye, ye, ye, yeah
Migo, oooh

[Hook: Quavo]
Hot topic (yea), told her pop it
Money in my pocket (oh, cash)
We hotboxin’ (hotbox)
In the tropics, yeah we on a island (yeah)
Ye, ye, ye, yeah
Hot topic (aye), yeah we poppin’ (oh)
Hot topic (yea), yeah we poppin’ (pipe up)
Bad bitch, Mona Lisa (aye)
Thousand miles just to meet ya (aye)
Now I won’t wanna keep her (aye, no)
It’s cheaper to leave her (yea)

[Verse 1: Born]
Check out and know that I be the topic
Yeah, I be gettin’ it poppin’
Got a bad bitch she live on the islands
When we together we stylin’
Put her on a mission she up for the cha’
She always know I be wildin’
She always love I be grindin’
Got it through money and violence
VVS diamonds they always the shinest
Stay on the plane yeah I’m always the flyest
Where ever I go yeah, I roll with the iron
I ain’t the one that you wanna be tryin’
No, I just be gettin’ the work when I whip it or buy it
Fuck all the hater, the haters live off this lyin’
Can’t stop me, oh no they can’t stop me
Pocket full of money, yeah, yeah, yeah
She pop a molly, she just wanna party
Oh, yeah that my topic

[Hook: Quavo]
Hot topic (yea), told her pop it
Money in my pocket (oh, cash)
We hotboxin’ (hotbox)
In the tropics, yeah we on a island (yeah)
Ye, ye, ye, yeah
Hot topic (aye), yeah we poppin’ (oh)
Hot topic (yea), yeah we poppin’ (pipe up)
Bad bitch, Mona Lisa (aye)
Thousand miles just to meet ya (aye)
Now I won’t wanna keep her (aye, no)
It’s cheaper to leave her (yea)

[Verse 2: Born]
Yeah, It’s cheaper to leave her
So if she fuss I’mma leave her
Shorty must think that I need her
I tell her ‘watch out bitch I’m not a believer’
I just be smokin’ my weed up
Ain’t got no time for no skeezer
Ain’t got no time for no fever
I’m gettin’ a headache I’m drinkin’ my lean up
You spendin’ your re-up, I get it for free
I’m driving a 6 and I’m all in the streets
I ride with a bitch and she holdin’ my weed
I ride with a stick for who want it with me
The one I delete, think I won’t pull up and jump out the V
I’m dumpin’ the heat, all of these bullets they come on repeat
Hot topic, yeah we poppin’
All of these bitches I know they watchin’
Hot topic, yeah we poppin’
In Santo Domingo so many options

[Hook: Quavo]
Hot topic (yea), told her pop it
Money in my pocket (oh, cash)
We hotboxin’ (hotbox)
In the tropics, yeah we on a island (yeah)
Ye, ye, ye, yeah
Hot topic (aye), yeah we poppin’ (oh)
Hot topic (yea), yeah we poppin’ (pipe up)
Bad bitch, Mona Lisa (aye)
Thousand miles just to meet ya (aye)
Now I won’t wanna keep her (aye, no)
It’s cheaper to leave her (yea)

[Intro: T-Pain & Blac Youngsta]
You Okay?
You got it? (Lil bitty bitch)
Need a pat on the back? (Whore)
You got it, she worked it out
Hey (stretch) ahh!
Aye aye aye aye
(Fuck Nigga)

[Hook: T-Pain & (Blac Youngsta)]
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy (I swear)
And I hit the goldmine slow down
I’m at the goal line (Fuck Nigga)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy
And I hit the goldmine slow down

[Verse 1: T-Pain]
I got the wraith sittin
I got your bae sittin
Four 12’s in the trunk
I got the base hittin
You tryna keep yo bae hittin (Lil Bitch)
Keep it tight like a waist trainer (Lil Whore)
All my niggas tote guns dont a (Gang)
All my niggas know your base ain’t a
Shit ain’t really safe ain’t a (Nah)
You don’t think we’ll catch a case ain’t a
All of my niggas got GPS all of my niggas show up at your place ain’t a
I move that weight like I’m weight gaining
I push that weight like I’m weight training
Hey I pull my trump card ima run the fuckin USA ain’t I
(aye aye)

[Hook: T-Pain & (Blac Youngsta)]
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
I’m at the goal line (Lil Bitch)
Shawty got gold pussy (Whooo)
And I hit the goldmine slow down
I’m at the goal line
I’m at the goal line oh yeah
Shawty got gold pussy
And I hit the goldmine slow down

[Verse 2: Blac Youngsta]
These lil niggas fake ain’t it
I gotta steak on my plate ain’t it
Yall lil niggas tryna eat
We done already ate ain’t it
You a lil bit too late ain’t it move my momma out the hood she straight ain’t it
Pour up a four in my phantom
Pour another four thats a whole nother eight ain’t it
I’m at the goal line with a thick and red bitch and she won’t slow down
My bitch so fine she don’t let me fuck her friend cause that bitch low down
So I fuck that bitch anyway
I don’t love my bitch anyway
I be like "bitch get out my face" and that lil bitch always be in the way (Lil Bitch)
Cock block
Thot thot
La La
Gimme
Top top
Laptop
I don’t fuck my fans (whore)
I don’t wanna meet your fam (whore)
I don’t fuck with you lil bitch don’t you shake my hand (whore)
(Gang Gang)

[Hook: T-Pain & (Blac Youngsta)]
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy (I swear)
And I hit the goldmine slow down
I’m at the goal line (Fuck Nigga)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy
And I hit the goldmine slow down

[Verse 3: T-Pain]
I’m in that SS
My shit the best yes
I’m pushing 130 plus I’m riding dirty that shit like a stress test
After party go down to the mansion
We gone leave that bitch a mess yes
Booty and the beast I need two at least
Bitch be our guest yes
Lets just fuck in the better light
That’ll be hella right
Two chicks kissing in the bath tub now they mega tight
They was already friends
Now they better friends
Baby don’t hold back (Lil Bitch)
Baby just let her in (Lil Whore)
She bout to be bae ain’t a
Both of yall on the way ain’t a
All of my bitches got GPS all of my bitches show up at my place ain’t a
That dick make em feel like they weight training
I hit em with it and they can’t take it
You been fucking with them clown ass nigga baby come and get your face painted ain’t it
(aye aye aye aye)

[Hook: T-Pain & (Blac Youngsta)]
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy (I swear)
And I hit the goldmine slow down
I’m at the goal line (Fuck Nigga)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy
And I hit the goldmine slow down

Yeah
Remember when I used to be happy for you?
You could go out with your female friends and I’d be totally fine
Remember when you used to be happy for me?
You celebrate all my success without crossing a line
Now, it’s like we’re scared of getting good
‘Cause we know the truth is that we could
Yeah, we know that we might actually work
And the truth is that we could
But maybe it’s the worst in me
That’s bringing out the worst in you
I know we can fix these kinks
But the worst in me doesn’t want to work on things
But the best of me wants to love you
But the worst in me doesn’t want to
Ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah
It’s almost like I’ve gotten so used to resentment
That every annoying little thing you say has lost its effect
It’s almost like it’s made you a little bit bitter
When I don’t always react the way you expect
It’s like we’re scared of getting good
‘Cause we know the truth is that we could
Yeah, we know that we might actually work
And the truth is that we could
But maybe it’s the worst in me
That’s bringing out the worst in you
I know we can fix these kinks
But the worst in me doesn’t want to work on things
But the best of me wants to love you
But the worst in me doesn’t want to
I won’t hurt you again
If you won’t, if you won’t
But, baby, I won’t lose you again
If you won’t, if you won’t
Remember when I used to be happy for you?
But maybe it’s the worst in me (worst in me)
That’s bringing out the worst in you
I know we can fix these kinks
But the worst in me doesn’t want to work on things
But the best of me wants to love you, I really want to
But the worst in me doesn’t want to
Ah ah ah ah ah (Really doesn’t want to)
Ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah (The worst in me doesn’t want to)
Ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah (Oh)
Ah ah ah ah ah (The worst in me doesn’t want to)

[Bridge]
Damn I feel so loose, I’m about to pop shit
What’s a man to do when he’s out of options
I ain’t wanna do it but …
Shhh, hold on
Be quiet, they’re coming

[Hook]
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no
I said gimmie that, gimmie that
Gimmie that, gimmie that
You heard what I said
Nigga run that, run that
Run that, run that
You heard what I said
I said yeah
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no

[Verse 1]
I remember everything was different
When I tried to get a job and make some money
I was livin’ on the street
I walk a lot of miles and nobody wasn’t hiring and I had to stand in line if I was to get something to eat
Cause I ain’t had no homies and my girl depended on me every night that we were lonely and I couldn’t get no sleep
Cause I was plotting on anybody I seen that was getting money
You got it? I need it sorry, you don’t need it more than me
And bitch, I’m tired of this struggle, ducking and dodging them puddles wondering if God ever hear the prayers I said
Cause every time I got a new hustle, that shit done got me in trouble
You don’t know how many fucking tears I’ve shed
But fuck it, I’m letting loose
And they told me don’t bend the rules
This is my winter blues
You know what I’m finna do
Anything necessary to make it up in the news
And I’m taking every muthafucking thing that I pick and choose
And I’m done with all the begging, I’m past that
All I did was get laughed at
You can go back track but you’ll never get cash back
And they told me I’m half black
But I’m white as a lab rat
With a mic and a gas mask
I’m a light for your trash ass
And I might get the last laugh
Better fight if you back stab
With a knife in your backpack
All my life I’ve been jabbed at
But I fight like I’m Mad Max with a knife with the yeah yeah
You know, you know what the fuck I’m talking about
Listen
I don’t give a fuck about your feelings
You don’t have any idea just what I had to do to get what I want
All I wanted was to make a decent living
I can’t even count it all my fingers how much shit that I lost
Nigga this is my job
These are my thoughts
I ain’t never had shit but for now you better give me what’s yours

[Bridge]
Damn I feel so loose, I’m about to pop shit
What’s a man to do when he’s out of options
I ain’t wanna do it but …
Shhh, hold on
Be quiet
They’re coming

[Hook]
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no
I said gimme that, gimme that
Gimme that, gimme that
You heard what I said
Nigga run that, run that
Run that, run that
You heard what I said
I said yeah
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no

[Verse 2]
You really got some nerve talkin’ bout me like you’re better cause you got your shit together and I’m really goin’ through it
I don’t think you have a clue what it feels like doin’ dirt knowin’ in your heart you ain’t wanna do it
I don’t got one G bone in my body, I ain’t never gangbang I don’t know nothing about it
I don’t claim to be a thug nigga or Illuminati but there really ain’t no tellin’ what I do when I get rowdy
And I’m starvin’ and my back against the wall and you ballin’
Everytime I see you all you do is flash hundreds
Everything on fleek I ain’t never had nothin’
I just wanna be you when I feel like stuntin’
And lettin’ loose and they told me don’t bend the rules
This is my winter blues you don’t know what I finna do
Anything necessary to make it up in the news
And I’m taking every muthafuckin’ thing that I pick and choose
I’m done with that hating shit
The fuck do you think this is
Damn it, you made me sick
Ain’t no time for no babysit
This is the way we live and yes I’m okay with this
You think you all that and a bag of potato chips?
Could jump off a crazy bridge
And enough of you idiot kids
Go suckin’ a lady dick
I would never just make amends
With none of you shakin’ hands in public
Yeah yeah like get the fuck out of my face, dude
Listen
I don’t give a fuck about your feelings
You don’t have any idea just what a nigga had to do to get loose
All I wanted was to make a decent living
I can’t even count on all my fingers how much shit I went through
What I went through
What I went through
And when shit get real ain’t really nothing that you can do

[Outro: Joyner Lucas]
Yo, what’s up, this is Joyner
I’m unable to take your call right now
Leave me a brief message and I’ll get back to you
Peace

[Voice mail: Angry caller]
Yo, who the fuck do you think you are tryna give advice to a child?
My child
Nigga, you the biggest piece of shit I’ve ever met in my life
My nigga
You the last person that should be trying to give advice to anybody about anything
Let alone my fucking kid
Acting like some fucking role model or some shit
Nigga, no nobody wanna be like you
Stop it

[Chorus: Ty Dolla Sign]
Got all these girls (girls)
All these girls (girls)
Got all these girls on my bumper (ooh yeah)
All these girls (all these girls)
All these girls (all these girls)
All these girls on my bumper

[Verse 1: Joe Moses]
You see lately I’ve been feelin’, enjoyin’ my life chillin’
When you was in your feelin’, she wanna be winnin’
And you discovered too many problems, it’s too many hotties
For me to sit for too many hours, it’s no logic
Back then they didn’t want me, now they be stressed out
Valuable lesson learned to all the women who missed out
A little too grown to be in church with your breasts out
Move my new ho across the street from my ex house
Petty, got my eye on it like Fetty
The same woman dissed me, the same ones who ready
The same ones curved me, the same ones be textin’
But now I’m just flexin’, Ty I’m just flexin’ for real

[Chorus: Ty Dolla Sign]
Got all these girls (girls)
All these girls (girls)
Got all these girls on my bumper (ooh yeah)
All these girls (all these girls)
All these girls (all these girls)
All these girls on my bumper

[Verse 2: Ty]
Baby pull up on me
Baby pull up on me
Baby pull up on me
I’ve been drivin’ reckless
Peep the [?] in my new Rolly
Back it up, fuck it up, you the one
You know I run it up on my baby
Damn damn damn
You look better than you do on the ‘gram
Back it up on me like whoa whoa whoa
Ride the wave like roll roll roll roll roll
Got me like down down down
You know I like it when you do with no hands
Back it up on me like whoa
Then I gotta go pedal to the flo’
Because you know

[Chorus: Ty Dolla Sign]
Got all these girls (girls)
All these girls (girls)
Got all these girls on my bumper (ooh yeah)
All these girls (all these girls)
All these girls (all these girls)
All these girls on my bumper

[Verse 3: Joe Moses]
You see lately I’ve been living, enjoyin’ my life chillin’
When you get out your feelin’, maybe I consider
My ex woman was bitter, take a shot to the liver
The same ones be laughin’ now cry me a river
The same ones was frontin’ now blowin’ my cellie
She never made the mistake to wifin’ up a headache
Shoe never made the mistake of sleeping with no jacket
And calling you out your name but sure callin’ you rachet
Intrigued but not flattered, who’s callin’, it don’t matter
Paragraphs on the ‘gram, you mad, you gotta add her
I laugh, the grass ain’t greener between her
Girl we done, it was just a little fun
So now you wanna make up rumors and hit the shade room
The same one telling you leave, she in the living room
I had to stop playing fasho’ and do me
Can’t fight for no woman who ain’t afraid to lose a me
And that’s real

[Chorus: Ty Dolla Sign]
Got all these girls (girls)
All these girls (girls)
Got all these girls on my bumper (ooh yeah)
All these girls (all these girls)
All these girls (all these girls)
All these girls on my bumper

[Outro: Joe Moses]
We got another one
We got another one