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[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign & Fabolous]
Right now, oh
Ooh yeah
Ooh, woah, ooh
Oh I like this
Hitmaka
Ooh, woah, ooh

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign, Fabolous & both]
I got money on my mind, ooh yea
I get bag after bag, ooh yea
Saint Laurent, Goyard, ooh yea
Shut the pie, you can charge, ooh yea
Talk to ’em Dolla $ign
Ooh ooh yea (yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (yeah)
Ooh ooh yea
Let me tell ’em what I told ’em
Ooh ooh yea

[Verse 1: Fabolous]
What you want, what you want, bae?
Order like restaurants, bae
What’s a snack to an entrée?
Bought a Ghost just to haunt, bae
Know you ain’t a saint but you can get some Saint Laurent, bae
Know you smoke blunts but you been looking like a joint, bae
And I wanna hit it
Make sure you got it when they couldn’t get it, ooh yea
You coming with it
You always doing it, they never did it, ooh yea
Big mad or they lil’ mad
Drop a big bag on a lil’ bag, that’s too much for a new clutch
Came through for you I’m too clutch

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I got on my mind, ooh yea
I get bag after bag, ooh yea
Saint Laurent, Goyard, ooh yea
Shut the pie, you can charge, ooh yea
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr)

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Penthouse in Miami just to take you down, yeah, yeah
I Patek your wrist and I Philippe your Chow, yeah, yeah
Let’s go to the mall and ball like 80 thousand
All that ass clapping girl you know you childish
Who? Who [?] your name? (yeah)
Who bought you Alexander Wang? (Wang)
[?]
Kenzo, Gucci, Hermes and drop top in a Rari
I’m just sayin’

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I got on my mind, ooh yea
I get bag after bag, ooh yea
Saint Laurent, Goyard, ooh yea
Shut the pie, you can charge, ooh yea
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr)

[Verse 3: Fabolous & both]
I get bag after bag
Let the money talk for me I ain’t never have to brag, ooh yea
In my bag, in my duffle
So you know it’s gon’ be different when I cuff you, ooh yea
I might Rolex your left, yeah
Cartier your right, yeah
My city don’t sleep we can party there all night, yeah
Champagne for breakfast, bad bitch for lunch date
Really we just out here tryna function

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I got on my mind, ooh yea
I get bag after bag, ooh yea
Saint Laurent, Goyard, ooh yea
Shut the pie, you can charge, ooh yea
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr)

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Ooh ooh (skrr, skrr), yea
Ooh ooh (skrr, skrr), hmm
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr), yea, yea
Ooh ooh (skrr, skrr)

You shout it out
But I can’t hear a word you say
I’m talking loud not saying much
I’m criticized but all your bullets ricochet
You shoot me down, but I get up

[Chorus:]
I’m bulletproof, nothing to lose
Fire away, fire away
Ricochet, you take your aim
Fire away, fire away
You shoot me down but I won’t fall
I am titanium
You shoot me down but I won’t fall
I am titanium

Cut me down
But it’s you who’ll have further to fall
Ghost town and haunted love
Raise your voice, sticks and stones may break my bones
I’m talking loud not saying much

[Chorus:]
I’m bulletproof, nothing to lose
Fire away, fire away
Ricochet, you take your aim
Fire away, fire away
You shoot me down but I won’t fall
I am titanium
You shoot me down but I won’t fall
I am titanium
I am titanium
I am titanium

Stone-hard, machine gun
Firing at the ones who run
Stone-hard as bulletproof glass

[Chorus:]
You shoot me down but I won’t fall
I am titanium
You shoot me down but I won’t fall
I am titanium
You shoot me down but I won’t fall
I am titanium
You shoot me down but I won’t fall
I am titanium
I am titanium

[Intro]
Got it on smash
Hitmaka!
Yeah

[Chorus]
Never be the same
Won’t trust you like I used to, yeah
Wake up in the morning
I can’t fuck you like I used to, yeah
Never be the same
Won’t trust you like I used to, yeah
Lay my top back, throw my problems out my new coupe

[Verse 1]
I know everything, but they don’t
I’ve been on a wave they ain’t on, no
Swerving lane to lane and it’s paid for
I murder everything, nigga, case closed, yeah
Bitch I got my own cash, I do what I want to
I might do the whole dash, drive it like I want to
This shit too easy like a free throw, yeah
This shit might blow up like some C-4, yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
I had to let go
I’m in my bag bro
If it ain’t about the cash flow
I’m sorry, gotta pass on
I gotta pass on you

[Chorus]
Never be the same
Won’t trust you like I used to, yeah
Wake up in the morning
I can’t fuck you like I used to, yeah
Never be the same
Won’t trust you like I used to, yeah
Lay my top back, throw my problems on my new coupe

[Verse 2]
Ridin’ down Hollywood I’m cruisin’ (cruisin’)
Can’t be stagnant, gotta keep it movin’ (movin’)
I gave up all my love but you abused it (abused it, ooh)
Now you’re just something I checked off my to-do list
Yeah you got your own bag, that ain’t why I want you
I can pop my own tags, I can buy my own coupe
This shit too easy like a free throw, yeah
This shit might blow up like some C-4, yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
I had to let go
I’m in my bag bro
If it ain’t about the cash flow
I’m sorry, gotta pass on
I gotta pass on you, yeah (pass on you, no, oh)

[Chorus]
Never be the same
Won’t trust you like I used to (oh, like I used to, no)
Wake up in the morning
I can’t fuck you like I used to, yeah (like I used to)
Never be the same
Won’t trust you like I used to, yeah (never be the same, no, no)
Lay my top back, throw my problems on my new coupe

[Outro]
I had to let go
Never touch you like I used to
I gotta pass on you
Oh, never be the same
It’s such a shame

[Intro]
Uh, yeah
Mhm, uh huh
Yeah
Awful Records
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Niggas got it out the mud
All you niggas is some studs
All your hoes catchin’ nuts
But I’m not one to judge
Keep the white like McFlurry
Plug call me Pill Murray
I’ve been drinkin’ on some bourbon
Nigga sick as fuck, slurrin’
Got two horns like Bruce Wayne
Naked, fuckin’ on your boo thang
Fuck her in the ass like Hussain
It feel like huggin’ a new lane
Red cup, red cup
Fuck around, boy, get your head busted
Redrum, redrum
Fuckin’ your ho, got her head sprung

[Chorus]
I can’t roll a blunt, but I can roll a dollar bill
You keep fuckin’ with my money, I might have to get you killed
Yeah, yeah, yeah, thought we had a deal
Yeah, yeah, yeah, thought niggas was chill
You keep talkin’ to my bitch, but we might have to get you knocked
Everybody on my payroll, yeah, your niggas and the cops
So don’t try to call 12, they might shoot you on the spot
They gon’ send your ass to hell if you keep playin’ with my knots
What? Yeah

[Verse 2]
Ayy, when I feel sad a nigga start sippin’
Puttin’ them Percs in my pinot noir
Crushin’ up blues in my designer shoes
When I sip on the carpet I look like a star
Pullin’ her bloomers off
Pourin’ that sauvignon blanc on her titties and lickin’ it off
Her mission go from her tata to kitty
She say she want bad boy, I turned into Diddy
Ooh, yeah, I turned into 50
A nigga on BET, nigga on STARZ
Everybody wanna know who in my car
Told my lil’ bitch to go sit in the car
Everybody wanna know how that boy ball
Found her at the party, then fucked in the stall
Break a bitch back like bang
Mask on my face, yeah I’m bringin’ the pain

[Chorus]
I can’t roll a blunt, but I can roll a dollar bill
You keep fuckin’ with my money, I might have to get you killed
Yeah, yeah, yeah, thought we had a deal
Yeah, yeah, yeah, thought niggas was chill
You keep talkin’ to my bitch, but we might have to get you knocked
Everybody on my payroll, yeah, your niggas and the cops
So don’t try to call 12, they might shoot you on the spot
They gon’ send your ass to hell if you keep playin’ with my knots
What?

[Intro]
Cover me

[Chorus]
I can’t believe how much I hate
Pressures of a new place roll my way
Jumpsuit, jumpsuit, cover me
Jumpsuit, jumpsuit, cover me

I crumble underneath the weight
Pressures of a new place roll my way
Jumpsuit, jumpsuit, cover me
Jumpsuit, jumpsuit, cover me

[Verse]
Spirits in my room, friend or foe?
Felt it in my youth, feel it when I’m old
Jumpsuit, jumpsuit, cover me
Dusting off my (jumpsuit, cover me)

[Chorus]
I can’t believe how much I hate
Pressures of a new place roll my way
Jumpsuit, jumpsuit, cover me
Jumpsuit, jumpsuit, cover me

[Bridge]
I’ll be right there
But you’ll have to grab my throat and lift me in the air
If you need anyone, I’ll stop my plans
But you’ll have to tie me down and then break both my hands
If you need anyone, I’ll be right there
But you’ll have to grab my throat and lift me in the air (if you need anyone)
If you need anyone (If you need anyone)
If you need anyone (if you need anyone)
If you need anyone (If you need anyone)

[Chorus]
I can’t believe how much I hate
Pressures of a new place roll my way
Jumpsuit, jumpsuit, cover me
Oh, jumpsuit, jumpsuit, cover me

[Outro]
Jumpsuit, jumpsuit, cover me!
Jumpsuit, jumpsuit, cover me!