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[Intro: Money Kicks]
Salam Aleikum Joe
Whenever you’re in Dubai
We have a zoo in the house
We got tigers called Tyga and Kylie
We living life!

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
Yeah, uh
Pulled up in the big boy drop to the big boy yacht
Too many Patek Phillipes, I make the big boys watch
Villa suites in the Fendi chateau
Now ask Big Meech what he know about Joe
I’m fly like Ye, get mines with Jay
Got every pretty bitch tryna ride my wave
Gotta have slim waist and the face Sade
Lay up in the crib and menage all day
Went from nothin’ to somethin’, now I’m pushin’ the button
To the Wraith and the jewelry like a safe
It’s a hundred on the hate, but I’m zoned on the cake
When I’m gone I’m gonna miss y’all like the gold on the Cristal
Hit Avi, told him switch dials
Green prawns in Philippe Chow
It ain’t shit to me
No Drake, but the P is free
She got cake, well it’s somethin’ to see, right

[Chorus: Dre]
All I know is how to keep it super clear
Good head on your shoulder, damn it’s super there
When you send a text, I get so excited
Yeah, I got a new flex and I think I like it
Yeah, all I know is how to keep it super clear
Good head on your shoulder, damn it’s super there
When you send a text, I get so excited
Yeah, I got a new flex and I think I like it

[Post-Chorus: Dre]
Ooh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m so excited
Yeah, I got a new flex, add it to the cypher
Yeah, I got a new flex and I’m so excited
Yeah, got a new flex and I know I like it

[Verse 2: Fat Joe]
Ever got head in the Wraith? Well it’s outta this world
You don’t believe me? Then ask your girl, keep it a hundred
All she wanted was a real nigga
I’m prayin’ every day not to kill niggas
Blocka!
Everything Fendi from the lights to the sofa
Everybody fly, put Fendi on the chauffeur
So sentimental, make her cry when it’s over
Biggie, "Hypnotize," still feel her thighs on my shoulder
Throw money at these hoes but I don’t do dances
Keep threesomes on my mind like the hat on the Chance kid, woo!
Yeah we back at the Grammy’s
And this time I’m bringin’ back home three for the family, right

[Chorus: Dre]
All I know is how to keep it super clear
Good head on your shoulder, damn it’s super there
When you send a text, I get so excited
Yeah, I got a new flex and I think I like it
Yeah, all I know is how to keep it super clear
Good head on your shoulder, damn it’s super there
When you send a text, I get so excited
Yeah, I got a new flex and I think I like it

[Post-Chorus: Dre]
Ooh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m so excited
Yeah, I got a new flex, add it to the cypher
Yeah, I got a new flex and I’m so excited
Yeah, got a new flex and I know I like it

[Bridge: Fat Joe]
Hey, bitch so bad I could risk it all
If you don’t want no problems, boy don’t get involved
Now everything ain’t Gucci, this a different star
I’m about to go Carmelo, boy and risk it all
Bitch so bad I could risk it all
If you don’t want no problems, boy don’t get involved
Now everything ain’t Gucci, this a different star
I’m about to go ‘Melo, ayy

[Chorus: Dre]
All I know is how to keep it super clear
Good head on your shoulder, damn it’s super there
When you send a text, I get so excited
Yeah, I got a new flex and I think I like it
Yeah, all I know is how to keep it super clear
Good head on your shoulder, damn it’s super there
When you send a text, I get so excited
Yeah, I got a new flex and I think I like it

[Post-Chorus: Dre]
Ooh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m so excited
Yeah, I got a new flex, add it to the cypher
Yeah, I got a new flex and I’m so excited
Yeah, got a new flex and I know I like it

[Intro]
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
‘Cause I ain’t here to play with you
Baby, you gon’ get this work
‘Cause I ain’t here to play with you
Baby, you gon’ get this work
Yeah, baby you gon’ get this 9 to 5
5 to 9 and overtime
Yeah, you know it’s only right
Uh, you know it’s only right

[Verse 1: Tyga]
Now, [?] be the man, wanna see you doin’ good
I don’t wanna get rich, leave you in the hood
Girl, in my eyes, you the baddest
The reason why I love you
You don’t like me, kill my status
I see you livin’ average, I’d be offended
If they see you with me, they gon’ wanna take pictures
Bitch so bad, I hope they get your face in it
I’m just tryna Jay Leno, you know, stay up late with you
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
Get you a condo and a new Benz
Bad girl, bad girl, baddest girl
Eatin’ Whole Foods but ya got a fatty, girl
She call me lil daddy, she a daddy’s girl
I let her breathe, whoo
Then I tell her, "Get back at it, girl"

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
‘Cause I ain’t here to play with you
Baby, you gon’ get this work
Yeah, baby you gon’ get this 9 to 5
5 to 9 and overtime
‘Cause I ain’t here to play with you
Baby, you gon’ get this work
Yeah, baby you gon’ get this 9 to 5
5 to 9 and overtime
Yeah, you know it’s only right
Uh, you know it’s only right

[Verse 2: Tyga & Ty Dolla $ign]
Hey mama, won’t you come to T [?]
Keep you in Chanel ’cause the devil wear Prada
In the Maybach, then I smoke the cigara
You should move to L.A., I think I see your baby father
Here go the number to mi casa
Crib like Pablo, I got the whole enchilada
Once you pop in, it ain’t no stoppin’
Baby, you gon’ get this work
Cause I ain’t here to play with you
Take you on tour, I can tell you was meant for me
If they ask who your man, you should mention me
I throw a chain on you, then make you sing for me
And you like to smoke when you drink and we be frustrated, oh baby
When our signals get crossed, I hate it
‘Cause the more you treat me royal, I adore you
That’s why I don’t mind doing all these things for you
It’s only right we spend our lonely nights
In the ‘Rari down Sunset, revving them pipes
I ain’t T.I. but you get whatever you like
TY, he get you the keys tonight
Just get on your flight

[Chorus Ty Dolla $ign]
Baby, you gon’ get this work
Yeah, baby you gon’ get this 9 to 5
5 to 9 and overtime
‘Cause I ain’t here to play with you
Baby, you gon’ get this work
Yeah, baby you gon’ get this 9 to 5
5 to 9 and overtime
Yeah, you know it’s only right
Uh, you know it’s only right

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign & Tyga]
Know it’s only right
9 to 5, 5 to 9, all the time
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
9 to 5, 5 to 9, all the time
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend

[Verse 1]
I know you probably hate me
For always fucking with your head
I just don’t know if you want me
Or if you’re really after my bread
I do this to everyone
So, don’t feel special, yeah!
Don’t get comfortable in my bed
After we done ain’t nothin’ to be said
Probably the perfect one
But I won’t change out
Never believe you when you say I’m the only one

[Chorus]
That’s why I do you wrong
So don’t take it personal
Don’t take it personal
I do this to everyone
So just don’t take it personal
Don’t take it personal

[Verse 2]
You said that you wanna ride
Wanna stick right beside me
Sayin’ all the things I like
How do I know you not lyin’?
Baby look at all the damage
Show me what makes you different
Baby, this is how they made me
I ain’t changing

[Chorus]
That’s why I do you wrong
So don’t take it personal
Don’t take it personal
I do this to everyone
So just don’t take it personal
Don’t take it personal

[Bridge]
Yeah, I got my guard up
Yeah, I got my guard up
Letting it down is hard though
Letting it down is hard though
Boy you gotta show me, show me, show me
Why I should give you loyalty

[Chorus]
That’s why I do you wrong
So don’t take it personal
Don’t take it personal
I do this to everyone
So just don’t take it personal
Don’t take it personal
But I don’t wanna do you wrong
So don’t take it personal, (don’t take, don’t take)
Don’t take it personal (don’t take)
I do this to everyone
So just don’t take it personal
Don’t take it personal

[Outro]
Uoo, Yeah, yeah!
Don’t take, don’t take
Don’t take, don’t take

[Intro: Nef The Pharaoh]
Still smokin’ this fear woods
(wrigh wright wright wright)

[Verse 1: Nef The Pharaoh]
Bitch look at my motherfuckin’ neck (at my neck)
She see me in the traffic and she wrack
These rapper niggas want some money come stratch
Make one false move and get left (pow pow pow)
You was pissed up with no rec time
While I was at the bank like is check time
Chang the barber,bitch I cut every line
[?]
You pussy boys smell like hella period
With the gold [?] you can’t be serious (what da fuck)
Fake thugs don’t play no fearness
The only one I fear ain’t even hearin’ us
Icy neck full of rocks
Bitch I wear what made the titanic stop
Where was you at when we was gettin on cops
From tryina stop niggas cack, like literally shit

[Hook: Nef The Pharaoh]
Look at my neck bling blaow
Wow
(x8)

[Verse 2: Slimmy B]
Why your bottom bitch got a nigga a neck froze ?
Diamonds changin colors like a gecko
Bling-Blaow B.B.S make my chest go
Fake nigga, snake nigga,thuggin’ like they take gold
When I put that bullshit
Now all his chest gone
For a long time I was the same nigga slept on
9, 50 eat this bro
Bitches gat stabbed on
And all my nigga Chang Chang holla at that [?]
Real norf nigga never been adored nigga
Why fuck with y’all ?
You the type [?]
Look at undercity I’m like droptop Porsche nigga
Four Five [?] bounce on [?]
Tha’t on B, bitch if you ain’t gang don’t pronounce it
Jiggling for them Ps nigga we don’t flip ounces
[Nef the Pharaoh]
It’s money over here bro please don’t come around
[Slimmy B]
Diamonds like water I got a young nigga drowning

[Hook: Nef The Pharaoh]
Look at my neck bling blaow
Wow
(x8)

[Verse 3. Nef The Pharaoh]
Shining like a cristal ball I’m feel the break dance
Nigga test me ? he won’t make it
Where your diamonds at ? I can not see ’em in the dark
Lil shrimpie it ain’t a compliment I’m calling you a mork
[?] better all the hoes fatter
My neck is on (wow) your nack is on (shut up)
You the type type of nigga who is scared of the diamond testin’
And I’m the type of the nigga that fuck your bitch out from that slum
You sick with the soda left it took you over
You got your jewellery from the middle of the mall
I see you post it
It go twinckle-twinckle punk ass star (punk ass star)
Hope that your diamonds don’t hit that hard
My shit hit like a Pimp on his broad
My shit hit like basin a crowd
She try to [?]
I don’t need a flash torch I use my chain in the dark (whoa)

[Hook: Nef The Pharaoh]
Look at my neck bling blaow
Wow
(x8)

[Intro: Female Voice]
You gotta come to [?] right now
It’s poppin’, [??] money left to right
I say you bring that bag
Music Major

[Hook: K Camp & Snoop Dogg]
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that
Count that up, count that up, count that up
Count that
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that
Twenties, count that
Hundreds, count that
Dollars, count that
Money, count that
Paper
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
Passion, Angy, Keshia, Brandy
Tangy, paradise, obsession and candy
Lily, butterfly
What are you, what am I?
Bella, Lauren, Linda Rose
On the stage, on the pole
Oceanate, Pina Colada
At the top, on the bottom
Ace of diamonds, keep ’em shinin’
Crazy girls oh yeah we got ’em
Daisy it’s crazy, and so as the home gon’ red
Don’t fuck around when it come around to pickin’ up that bread
It’s yours

[Hook: K Camp & Snoop Dogg]
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that
Count that up, count that up, count that up
Count that
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that
Twenties, count that
Hundreds, count that
Dollars, count that
Money, count that
Paper
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
Peaches and Desiree, baby girl that’s from the A
KeKe and Showtime, there’s no time like today
Champagne, Tyra, Coco and Chocolate
Stina and Devina, I’m lovin’ how ya’ll poppin’ it
XO, Hennessy, Patrón and lime after
Baby say, "roll the J", tangerine with pineapple
Daisy it’s crazy, and so as the home gon’ red
Don’t fuck around when it come around to pickin’ up that bread
It’s yours

[Hook: K Camp]
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that
Count that up, count that up, count that up
Count that
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that

[Outro: K Camp]
Count that, count that, count that, count that
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that