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808 Mafia
Ooh, yeah

[Hook]
These dudes ain’t got no wins
Still gon’ talk like Letterman
Girls at the front door, let ’em in
Girls at the front door, let ’em in
Hoes at the front door, let ’em in
Money at the front door, let her in
Cash at the front door, let him in, hey
You’s got no wins
Still gon’ talk like Letterman
Girls at the front door, let ’em in
Girls at the front door, let ’em in
Cash at the front door, let ’em in
Money at the front door, let ’em in
Gas at the front door, let ’em in, hey

[Verse 1]
I just drink too much Gin
And I’m more drunk than I ever been
And I’m ’bout to roll up the medicine
Now they got a girl and her best friend
Let ’em take shots, now they feelin’ it
Tell me that I’m better than her ex man
If I hit it once, I’ma hit again, yeah
I be gone with the wind
? can’t handle it
Can’t be pushin’, hoe pedalin’
Y’all niggas broke, can’t get a fix
Ima turn up, gon’ hit a lick
Niggas that hate don’t benefit
Puffy, all about my benjamins

[Hook]
These dudes ain’t got no wins
Still gon’ talk like Letterman
Girls at the front door, let ’em in
Girls at the front door, let ’em in
Hoes at the front door, let ’em in
Money at the front door, let her in
Cash at the front door, let him in, hey
You’s got no wins
Still gon’ talk like Letterman
Girls at the front door, let ’em in
Girls at the front door, let ’em in
Cash at the front door, let ’em in
Money at the front door, let ’em in
Gas at the front door, let ’em in, hey

[Verse 2]
I got too much to spend
I’ll make it rain like weatherman
All about the check like ?
Eyes of the pittsburg, pedalin’
Way before the eyes on television
Pack so loud I’m yellin’ it
Want KK? I’m sellin’ it, yeah
All they do is pretend
Won’t keep it real cause they never did
Talk about life they ain’t never live
Talk about stripes they ain’t never get
Lookin’ for the right one to let ’em in
I’ma get her right, in her element
Brain so bright, she intelligent

[Hook]
These dudes ain’t got no wins
Still gon’ talk like Letterman
Girls at the front door, let ’em in
Girls at the front door, let ’em in
Hoes at the front door, let ’em in
Money at the front door, let her in
Cash at the front door, let him in, hey
You’s got no wins
Still gon’ talk like Letterman
Girls at the front door, let ’em in
Girls at the front door, let ’em in
Cash at the front door, let ’em in
Money at the front door, let ’em in
Gas at the front door, let ’em in, hey

EarDrummers
Mike WiLL Made-It
I got a brand new coupe, uh (coupe)
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh (boo)
I put my ex in park (uh)
I got a brand new coupe, yeah
I got a brand new ‘Rari (woah)
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-bitch in park
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
My bitch lookin’ like ooh
Your bitch lookin’ like nah (ah yeah)
I put that bitch in park, yeah (ooh yeah)
I put that bitch in park (ah yeah)
Brrr, hello, who’s this? I don’t know you hoes
Brrr, hello, who’s this? Hold up, I’m changin’ clothes
Got a main chick, she like no new hoes
Might speak the language, but I don’t know you, bro
Drop top freak and she flossin’
Ice on creek like I’m Dawson
She gon’ hit the stage, bet he tossin’
Swimmin’ in the wave, I got lost in
I got a brand new coupe, uh (coupe)
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh (boo)
I put my ex in park (uh)
I got a brand new coupe, yeah
I got a brand new ‘Rari (woah)
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-bitch in park
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
My bitch lookin’ like ooooh
Your bitch lookin’ like nah (ah yeah)
I put that bitch in park, yeah (ooh yeah)
I put that bitch in park (ah yeah)
Hollup, I need your panties off
What is this? Who are y’all?
In whose coupe? What are you talkin’ ’bout?
My bitch just came through, she done, just shut y’all down
Drop top freak and she flossin’
Ice on creek like I’m Dawson
She gon’ hit the stage, bet he tossin’
Swimmin’ in the wave, I got lost in
I got a brand new coupe, uh (coupe)
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh (boo)
I put my ex in park (uh)
I got a brand new coupe, yeah
I got a brand new ‘Rari (woah)
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-bitch in park
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
My bitch lookin’ like ooh
Your bitch lookin’ like nah, nah
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park

[Intro]
Niggas iffy, uh, Blicky got the stiffy, uh
Got the blicky, uh, drum it holds fifty, uh
Scum Gang
I’ll see y’all later, suuwoo!

[Verse 1]
Pop these niggas like a wheelie nigga, you a silly nigga
In the hood with them billy niggas, and them hoover niggas
You run up and they shooting niggas, we ain’t hooping nigga
Yo Gambi, you a loser nigga, up that Uzi nigga
On the stoop, grills in, my Georgia girl on my fro
She wanna fuck but keep her clothes on, I only want the jaw
Man that’s really all I use her for as I kick her out the door
I don’t want her, you can keep the whore, she fiending for some more
In New York my niggas don’t Milly Rock, my niggas money bop
Blow a case a nigga throwing shots, I run ’em off they block
Caught a milli in the stash box, I grinded for my spot
Niggas talking ’bout that cash but my bag worth a lot
I don’t fuck with no old hoes, only new hoes
Put my dick in her backbone, I pass her to my bro
I don’t love her that’s a sad hoe, she a bad hoe
I’mma fuck her then I dash home, to the cash hoe

[Chorus]
I’m on some rob a nigga shit, take a nigga bitch
Do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip
I pull up with a stick, I let that shit hit
Shout out… but I fucked that nigga bitch

[Verse 2]
Niggas iffy, uh, Blicky got the stiffy, uh
Got the blicky, uh, drum it holds fifty, uh
Move milli, all my niggas on fifty, uh
Talk down, pew pew pew, you silly, uh
Hit a stain, fifty bands, all hunnids
Spinning through ya block like a pop shove it
Shoot at me I’m shooting back, I’m getting buckets
I ain’t wanna take his life but nigga, fuck it

[Chorus]
I’m on some rob a nigga shit, take a nigga bitch
Do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip
I pull up with a stick, I let that shit hit
Shout out… but I fucked that nigga bitch
I’m on some rob a nigga shit, take a nigga bitch
Do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip
I pull up with a stick, I let that shit hit
Shout out… but I fucked that nigga bitch

[Outro]
Scum Gang

[Hook: Frizz]
Ay, ay
I’ma keep it real like a brand new hunnid
Ay
‘Bout that life, I ain’t ever ran from it
Ay
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
Ay
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money

[Verse 1: Rittz]
I’ve been feeling like Pablo in the Wells Fargo
I ain’t here to talk about a car loan
Pockets on my cargo shorts full of money
And a duffel bag stuffed full, hard to keep the zipper on the top closed
You can barely pay a car note
Why you mad at me because your credit score low
I done gone broke but I bounced back
Leaning on the counter while she look at my account
Can I have a lollipop though
Runnin’ game flirtin’ with the bank teller
I can tell she thinking I’m a cocaine dealer
I got cash ’cause I rap, I don’t trap
I was hurting when I didn’t have money, now the paper like a painkiller
The internet say I’m worth four mil
It used to be a way worse ordeal
No more dollar menu orders, eating four course meals
Thought I was a winner look at what the scoreboard said
Forrest Gump with the ends on the cat running
On the way to make a milli you can bet on me
You sitting still like a crash test dummy
Like you got a check coming
Tryna flash, you ain’t got Tech money
You ain’t ever live lavish, tryna be Travis
You ain’t ever built like that
You been living in a fantasy knowing that you can’t achieve
I’ma tell you real life fast
Keep it real like that
Yeah

[Hook: Frizz]
I’ma keep it real like a brand new hunnid
Ay
‘Bout that life, I ain’t never ran from it
Ay
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
Ay, ay
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
Ay
I’ma keep it real like a brand new hunnid
Ay
‘Bout that life, I ain’t never ran from it
Ay
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
Ay
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
Get some big ones, shit comes, quick son ditch ’em
‘Cause they gonna get to begging from the rich one
For the money for tummy, booty, and they tits done
Cross yo neck with a razor
For the fetty when they see you livin’ major
How they comin’ for money ya job paid ya
When not even one of them did a little bit of labor
With them brand new hunnids
Damn you done it
Not a way somebody can ever ban you from it
How can you stomach
The poverty I hit the lottery
So when you go in the pile can you plummet
Damn you stuntin’
On the land when you expand the grands
They gonna stand who run it and the jam you brung it
Comin’ from all the fans the Kansas City man do gun it
Take all the paper don’t let the paper take ya
Big money maker you’re gonna wait to vapor
From all the haters they wanna waste ya
Like a trip when they hit a gallon of Jäger
Off with the money is why they shoot ya
‘Cause they jealous they makin’ the shotty juice ya
I ain’t slippin’ or givin’ nobody boosters
I keep the brim a hunnid ’cause Tech is a crowded poosta
Nigga, ay

[Hook: Frizz]
I’ma keep it real like a brand new hunnid
Ay
‘Bout that life, I ain’t never ran from it
Ay
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
Ay, ay
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
Ay
I’ma keep it real like a brand new hunnid
Ay
‘Bout that life, I ain’t never ran from it
Ay
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
Ay
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money

[Verse 3: JL]
Like a brand new hunnid dollar bill
When they put the light to me they will know that I’m real
I’ma get to the money
But I give ’em what they can build in it
Rock at the rigorous on the go without a chill
We two up, it’s too much money to be made
Too much money for me to ever be a slave
Too much money for me to not wanna get out of the bed and go get it
Somebody already gettin’ paid
It don’t matter if you rappin’ or thuggin’, be stackin’ or pluggin’
It’s either you are slackin’ or pumpin’, how bad do you want it?
Look even if you hover at the oven and you wrapping a couple of ’em
Moving two by fours like Jim Duggan, you buggin’
If you don’t got the lucrative hustle
Looking for loot producing part of productive ’cause you
Gotta be tough and plus you gotta do what you must do
Throw it when you win, they will son the rustle
I see hawks when I see these thots, and I read thoughts
Let them wonder ‘bout the bread
He financially flaunts cause he know what she wants
Let alone fucks I give ’em the photo cred
Even though I do collect the dough, I haven’t changed yet
Never quit, never sit waiting for a paycheck
To the paid jet, then get lifted like a weight set
With a loud pack, hit a chronic like a Dre set
Jay high that’s a safe bet

[Hook: Frizz]
I’ma keep it real like a brand new hunnid
Ay
‘Bout that life, I ain’t never ran from it
Ay
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
Ay, ay
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
Ay
I’ma keep it real like a brand new hunnid
Ay
‘Bout that life, I ain’t never ran from it
Ay
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
Ay
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money

[Hook]
This is normal, it’s normal now
(They said it’s) Normal, it’s normal, it’s normal now
(They said it’s) Normal, it’s normal now
(They said it’s) Normal, it’s normal, it’s normal now

Everybody get involved
It’s holiday in the wasteland
Quit tripping y’all
It’s holiday in the wasteland

[Verse 1]
(One-two, one-two.)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
When the king is a garbage person
I might wanna lay down and die
Power down all my darkest urges
Keep my personal crown up high
I’m the king of my lonely island
Home is high they can’t reach my house
I put out all the garbage fires
Squeeze the cider right in my mouth
Everything is not ordinary
Things begin and then have to die
Everything that’s been dead and buried
It ain’t supposed to come back alive
Now we all in a zombie movie
Only weapon is common sense
Zombie sheriffs is tryna to lynch us
Guess I’ll call up my congressmen
Pick a day for a celebration
Make a circle on Halloween
Party under your pile of garbage
Can’t see out then just follow me
When the king is a garbage person
I might wanna lay down and die
Power down all my darkest urges
Keep my personal crown up high

[Pre-Chorus]
One day without violence
No bombs, no gunshots
Can we get one day without fear
No sirens, no lights
Can we get one day they don’t try us?
No bombs, no gunshots
Just like one day the whole year
No violence, no fights
Can the people get one day without violence
No bombs, no gunshots
Can we get one day without fear
No sirens, no lights
Can we get one day they don’t try us?
No bombs, no gunshots
Just like one day the whole year
No violence, no fights

[Hook]
Everybody get involved, it’s holiday in the wasteland
Quit tripping y’all, it’s holiday in the wasteland

This is normal, it’s normal now
(They said it’s) Normal, it’s normal, it’s normal now
(They said it’s) Normal, it’s normal now
(They said it’s) Normal, it’s normal, it’s normal now

[Verse 2]
I was protesting I lost my sign
Standing up cause they crossed my line
Gathered folks and they caught my vibe
If it wasn’t for y’all I would’ve lost my mind
Long season I need this night
Fuel’s low so we reignite
Power’s out so we read by light
No cops allowed they can’t read my rights
Power’s out no electro now
Synthesizers all retro sound
First directive’s protect your town
Tell the garbage king "we don’t respect your crown"
Generator, we back online
No bullshit, we don’t have no time
Storm the castle, that flag don’t fly
Say fuck the king til that asshole die
Fuck the king, no command, no chief
Since the man was crowned we ain’t had no sleep
Dare the man to put hands on me
Or sovereign land that I stand on, B
Protesting I lost my sign
Standing up cause they crossed my line
Gathered folks and they caught my vibe
If it wasn’t for y’all I would’ve lost my mind

[Pre-Chorus]
One day without violence
No bombs, no gunshots
Can we get one day without fear
No sirens, no lights
Can we get one day they don’t try us?
No bombs, no gunshots
Just like one day the whole year
No violence, no fights
Can the people get one day without violence
No bombs, no gunshots
Can we get one day without fear
No sirens, no lights
Can we get one day they don’t try us?
No bombs, no gunshots
Just like one day the whole year
No violence, no fights

[Hook]
Everybody get involved, it’s holiday in the wasteland
Quit tripping y’all, it’s holiday in the wasteland

[Outro]
I remember people
I’d like to get to know em
Its kinda like my brain is closed
But my heart is open
Maybe my heart is broken
A comet slammed into the planet
Then it parted oceans
I even started smoking
But then I quit the smoking
I still dream of deep breathing and my lips is open
I’m coming into focus
I used to practice trying to talk like I was Mr. Bogus
I bet a lot of lonely people think of kissing posters