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[Intro]
F-F-F-Flamin’
Bitch
Bitches out here tryna come up on a nigga, you heard me?
You not ’bout to ball off me so you can go and press another nigga, you bitch ass, pussy ass ho
Right game, wrong nigga

[Chorus]
I want a bag, you want my bag, so we chasing the same thing
I did you bad, okay, my bad, baby, this ain’t the same thing
You wanna stand on side a nigga, you knowing my name ring
All these diamonds blind a nigga, my watch and my chain bling
You gon’ stand on side a nigga, yeah
You gon’ stand on side a nigga, yeah
Bet you gon’ stand on side a nigga, you knowing my name ring
I want a bag, you want my bag, so we chasing the same thing

[Verse 1]
You just gon’ stand on side a nigga
All my diamonds blindin’ niggas
And if I look in your direction
I’m just looking, you not special
I got partners who got pressure
We just fucked your ho together
Drop the numbers on the brick
I brought the load in with no effort
I just flew to Mexi’, Cali, I won’t be home in a month
You know your friend, she call me zaddy, I can tell she wanna fuck
All that hating shit won’t stop me, you know I do what I want
She want Baby, she want Brasi, she don’t know which one she want

[Chorus]
I want a bag, you want my bag, so we chasing the same thing
I did you bad, okay, my bad, baby, this ain’t the same thing
You wanna stand on side a nigga, you knowing my name ring
All these diamonds blind a nigga, my watch and my chain bling
You gon’ stand on side a nigga, yeah
You gon’ stand on side a nigga, yeah
Bet you gon’ stand on side a nigga, you knowing my name ring
I want a bag, you want my bag, so we chasing the same thing

[Verse 2]
Ho, ho, you know I’m pressure when I step out
Somebody take a picture to the jail, I’m ’bout to mail out
Upright, independent feelings, I don’t care ’bout what you care ’bout
Gotta focus on my children, when I can, I try to help out
Some people feeling left out, I’m grinding all last year
If you know me then you know ’bout my year before that year
I was locked behind the fence being discriminated against
Now I got entertainment, women wanna be intimate with the kid
Wanna be intimate with the kid
I been workin’ out on my heart, I’m trying diligently to forget
Then remember what you did
It’s been difficult for to forgive
Finally, I understand it
We come from two different planets
Keeping it platinum so demanding

[Chorus]
I want a bag, you want my bag, so we chasing the same thing
I did you bad, okay, my bad, baby, this ain’t the same thing
You wanna stand on side a nigga, you knowing my name ring
All these diamonds blind a nigga, my watch and my chain bling
You gon’ stand on side a nigga, yeah
You gon’ stand on side a nigga, yeah
Bet you gon’ stand on side a nigga, you knowing my name ring
I want a bag, you want my bag, so we chasing the same thing

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[Intro]
Let’s go (Yeah, yeah, Neeko, you made that motherfuckin’ beat? Ah, nah)
You know it’s Baby, nigga, hahaha
Hah
(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one), ha

[Chorus]
She wanna fuck with me, but I don’t got the time (Mmh, mmh)
I just hopped off a private plane and went and hopped on 85 (Yeah)
Go call my chauffeur, bitch, ’cause I don’t like to drive
We in Suburbans back to back and we gon’ fill ’em up with vibes (Let’s go)

[Verse 1]
Fill ’em with vibes (Yeah), get in and ride (Yeah, yeah)
And no, a nigga not blind (Uh-uh)
But I keep the stick and I’m firin’ (Bitch)
I ain’t met a nigga in life
That’s fuckin’ with me, say he did, then he lyin’ (Mmh, mmh)
Got so many vibes stuffed in the car
We can fuck them hoes six at a time (No cap)
I make them hoes say, “That nigga so fine” (Ooh)
“Girl, he got the dick you can feel in your spine” (Yeah)
Yeah, that what they say about Baby
You know that them bitches don’t play about Baby
Baby should go run for president
Look what God did, took his time with me (Yeah, yeah)
Got a red and white ho like a peppermint (Ooh)
Book the hotel, take the vibes in
She gon’ fuck me and fuck on my brethren (Uh)
My brother ‘nem, havin’ three hoes in the king size
I ain’t finished yet (Mmh), get another bitch (Mmh)
Got her ridin’ dick and screamin’, “Yeehaw” (Mmh, mmh, mmh, mmh)
Make me proud, girl, you a cowgirl (Huh?)
Did a handstand, I’m like, “Wow, girl” (Okay, okay)
Got me fuckin’ her upside-down (Ooh, mmh), baow, baow
Yeah, we goin’ dumb, say she wanna cum (Mmh)
I’m lookin’ like, “When?” She lookin’ like, “Now”
Some more came in, say they want it too
I tagged in my brother, bitch, I’m out (Bye), I know

[Chorus]
She wanna fuck with me, but I don’t got the time (Mmh, mmh, yeah)
I just hopped off a private plane and went and hopped on 85 (Yeah)
Go call my chauffeur, bitch, ’cause I don’t like to drive
We in Suburbans back to back and we gon’ fill ’em up with vibes (Let’s go)
She wanna fuck on me, but I don’t got the time (Mmh, mmh)
I just hopped off a private plane and went and hopped on 85 (Yeah)
Go call my chauffeur, bitch, ’cause I don’t like to drive
We in Suburbans back to back and we gon’ fill ’em up with vibes (Look)

[Verse 2]
Let’s get on a jet (Yeah), come give me some neck (Yeah, yeah)
She ain’t pickin’ up (Huh?), and her nigga just called, she gon’ send him a text
I don’t need no doc’, bitch, you know I’m a dog, better send me the vet
Ever made you a million? I tell ’em, “Riddle me that,” ain’t offended me yet
My bitch drink Bacardi, I’m in this bitch feelin’ like ‘Set (Okurr), quarter mil’ on my neck
One-point-two on the crib, four hundred thou’ on the whip, dickin’ down your lil’ bitch
I’m ’bout to go buy me a coupe (Zoom)
Pull up, make the doors raise the roof (Yeah)
Louis V army fatigue (Yes, sir)
Hop out with a pole like a troop (Yeah, get in there)
Baby Ray Allen from three (Swish)
You leave me open, I shoot (Baow, baow)
We like Martin and Pam at the hotel (Uh)
We kickin’ hoes out, get the boot (Mmh)
These hoes catchin’ bodies, they ’bout it (Yeah)
We having new vibes in the lobby (New vibes)
That’s wherever we go, ain’t no problem (No problem)
I just told a bitch no, she was childish (Bye)
Pulled up like

[Chorus]
She wanna fuck with me, but I don’t got the time (Mmh, mmh)
I just hopped off a private plane and went and hopped on 85 (Yeah)
Go call my chauffeur, bitch, ’cause I don’t like to drive
We in Suburbans back to back and we gon’ fill ’em up with vibes

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[Intro]
Woo
Woo
Ayo man, I feel like I’ve been humble too long, man
I’m too humble, man (Woo)
Fuck all that humble shit, uh

[Chorus]
Uh, fuck bein’ humble
Put your money where your mouth is
Matter fact, make it double
Blue strips by the bundle
Foreign cars in the huddle (Skrrt)
Baby, I just wanna fuck you
Grabbin’ on your bubble, pullin’ on your frontal
Then it’s back to the hustle (Huh?)
Fuck bein’ humble
Blue strips by the bundle
Pinky ring out the puddle (Woo)
Hot sauce on the Ruffles (Woo)
Gang gang out the jungle (Gang)
.30 Glock, we a couple (Brr)
More money, more trouble, cake on funnel, vision on tunnel (Woo)

[Verse 1]
Gotta get it by any means
Billy Hope, but got plenty dreams
Turtle to a rabbit (Huh?)
Even when I walk, still in the lead
You lil’ niggas better take it ease (Huh?)
Treatin’ life like Baby Boy
Give her head, then I take the keys (Woo)
Bend the block like she bend her knees (Skrrt)
My presence speak for me, I don’t even gotta say a word (Shh)
My hitta sweep for me, all I gotta do is say the word (Grr)
Used to hustle out the Chevy Cruise, couldn’t play the curb (Skrrt)
The game will teach you a lot, but you gotta play to learn (Facts)
Paper cuts when I count it up (Huh?)
Skyscrapers when I pile it up (Huh?)
Double cup when I brown it up (Huh?)
I’m a queen, nigga, crown me up (Huh?)
I’m a queen, nigga, crown me up (Huh?)
I’m a queen, nigga, crown me up (Huh?)
I’m a queen, nigga, crown me up

[Chorus]
Fuck bein’ humble
Put your money where your mouth is
Matter fact, make it double
Blue strips by the bundle
Foreign cars in the huddle (Skrrt)
Baby, I just wanna fuck you
Grabbin’ on your bubble, pullin’ on your frontal
Then it’s back to the hustle (Huh?)
Fuck bein’ humble
Blue strips by the bundle
Pinky ring out the puddle (Woo)
Hot sauce on the Ruffles (Woo)
Gang gang out the jungle (Gang)
.30 Glock, we a couple (Grr)
More money, more trouble, cake on funnel, vision on tunnel (Woo)

[Verse 2]
I’m motivation for my people (Yes)
Yeah we different, but we equal (Yes)
Eye to eye with the real (Huh?)
The fake niggas I can see through (Huh?)
I hate payin’ bills
Yeah I’m rich, but I’m cheap, too (Uh)
Food stamps out the Key Food (Yeah)
Oh well, man, that’s free food

[Bridge]
Yeah
I can’t change
I can’t change my ways
That’s my wristlet, and yes I’m rich, bitch
And that’s word to Rick James (I’m rich, bitch)
I stay in my lane (Skrrt)
I drink away my pain (Yes)
Matter of fact, pass me that bottle
I need to pour up

[Chorus]
Fuck bein’ humble
Put your money where your mouth is
Matter fact, make it double
Blue strips by the bundle
Foreign cars in the huddle (Skrrt)
Baby, I just wanna fuck you
Grabbin’ on your bubble, pullin’ on your frontal
Then it’s back to the hustle (Huh?)
Fuck bein’ humble
Blue strips by the bundle
Pinky ring out the puddle (Woo)
Hot sauce on the Ruffles (Woo)
Gang gang out the jungle (Gang)
.30 Glock, we a couple (Grr)
More money, more trouble, cake on funnel, vision on tunnel (Woo)

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[Verse 1]
Friend
I’ve done something stupid again
It’s not that I don’t love you, I do
It’s just I’m in this black hole, so blue
I’ve done something stupid again

[Chorus]
And now it’s little lies and alibis
And the second phone, can’t make it home
I’m working late, you know I hate
To miss the kids’ bedtime again
I drank too much, a working lunch
I’ll crash in town, so don’t wait up
If I don’t text, my phone’s just dead
I’ve got that thing, I’m sure I said
And I know that you know and we both just play along
Just one more stupid thing that I have done

[Verse 2]
It starts
Got money in your pocket at last
It makes you think you’re more than you are
You’re just another sucker for the dream
No more or less than you have ever been

[Chorus]
But now it’s little lies and alibis
And the second phone, can’t make it home
I’m working late, you know I hate
To miss the kids’ bedtime again
I drank too much, a working lunch
I’ll crash in town, so don’t wait up
If I don’t text, my phone’s just dead
I’ve got that thing, I’m sure I said
And you look like a joke and we both just play along
Just one more stupid thing that I have done

[Bridge]
It’s not that I don’t love you
Just one more stupid thing that I have done
(And the second phone) (Drank too much)
And I’ve done something stupid (A working lunch)

[Chorus]
And now it’s little lies and alibis
And the second phone, can’t make it home
I’m working late, you know I hate
To miss the kids’ bedtime again
I drank too much, a working lunch
I’ll crash in town, so don’t wait up
If I don’t text, my phone’s just dead
I’ve got that thing, I’m sure I said

[Outro]
And you feel like a fool
And we both just play along
And you feel like a fool
And we both just play along
And you feel like a fool
And we both just play along
Just one more stupid thing that I have done

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[Intro: Nicki Minaj & PnB Rock]
Murda!
Yo, this is actually, I swear, like, this is really my favorite song
PnB
M-M-M-Murda!
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: PnB Rock]
Shawty got swag, she rocking Fendi, it’s all on her boots (All on her boots)
She wanna ride, just like my coupe (Just like my coupe)
She wanna get high, straight to the moon (Straight to the moon)
She wanna get fly, just like a broom (Just like a broom)
Pussy sweet like it’s Simply
Ride that dick like a 10-speed
All these bitches gon’ envy
I let you push the Bentley
Just so you could fly
Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh
She want drip like mine
Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

[Verse 1: PnB Rock]
Yeah, yeah
New Fendi, I like it, it’s drippin’ the body and fuckin’ it good from the side
You say that she love me, I tell that you cappin’, lil’ bitch, and you ain’t gotta lie
I see it all in your eyes
You tryna go public, I already know
I’m already cuffin’, I got me a ho
If she find out right now then she killin’ us both
Whoa, whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh
You should know
Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh
I could put you on drip, introduce you to fashion
Mix you with bougie, a little classy and ratchet
Put you in Louis, it’s everlasting
My pockets too deep, paper with plastic
Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh
Never seen drip like this, bet you ain’t know I was rich like this
Bet you ain’t know it could get like this

[Chorus: PnB Rock]
Shawty got swag, she rocking Fendi, it’s all on her boots (All on her boots)
She wanna ride, just like my coupe (Just like my coupe)
She wanna get high, straight to the moon (Straight to the moon)
She wanna get fly, just like a broom (Just like a broom)
Pussy sweet like it’s Simply
Ride that dick like a 10-speed
All these bitches gon’ envy
I let you push the Bentley
Just so you could fly
Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh
She want drip like mine
Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Uh! Yo!
It’s Fendi, it’s poppin’, and we on and poppin’, you bitches is blockin’ the view
My hitters is knockin’, that 40 is cockin’, I see that you jackin’ the crew
He already know what to do
He already bought me the shoe
I tell him, “Yo, get me the bag,” and I tell him to make sure that shit is a new
Shorty got nothin’ to worry ’bout with these dudes
He really ride, he really shoots
He gonna pick me up stuntin’ in the coupe
He ain’t a lie, he the truth
Oh, he reppin’ this MB
Well, we killin’ the memory
I don’t even look sexy
But he still tryna sex me
Ain’t gotta get all done up for my dude
My attitude
Is the baddest thing that’s on me, boo
So you do you
So tell them dirty bitches I’m the queen sleeze
When he put it in me I go “squeeze, squeeze”

[Chorus: PnB Rock]
Shawty got swag, she rocking Fendi, it’s all on her boots (All on her boots)
She wanna ride, just like my coupe (Just like my coupe)
She wanna get high, straight to the moon (Straight to the moon)
She wanna get fly, just like a broom (Just like a broom)
Pussy sweet like it’s Simply
Ride that dick like a 10-speed
All these bitches gon’ envy
I let you push the Bentley
Just so you could fly
Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh
She want drip like mine
Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh