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[Intro]
Turn me up
Jamz turn me up

[Verse]
I know you heard of the boogie man
I am that nigga he woulda been
Hoodie on like I’m the reaper though
17 deep in the sprinter van
I heard they tryna get equal though
I would not let them get even man
She told me she trying to get into it
But I know these bitches be sneaky man
Murder she wrote murder all she wrote
I can go Boogie or Artist flow
I probably got every car you drove
I probably fucked every broad you know
Bitches think I’m a target, no
Want me to take you to Barney`s, no
Run it up see how far we go
Double up but be cautious though
I know they hate seeing me in first class
I’m a young nigga wearing her mess
I came up from the big x
And Came home to a big bag
Imma big boss and you big mad
Fuck around and die by my respect
I got blood all over my christans
From all my oppositions
Fuck all my oppositions
Like every pair damn loubs now I got blisters
And all of my day ones got caught up in the system
If she don’t want me ,I fuck with her sister
I’m so grimy when it comes to these bitches
I hit her then end up going missing
I’m up now there ain’t no more hard feelings
Its cool I just put her in the friendzey
I just had to put her in the frenzy
I swear they don’t wanna see me happy
They just wanna see me in my feelings
Used to me a little nappy nigga now I’m nappy with a couple million
On the come up they was laughing at me
Now they fucking with me cause I’m winning
Now they say I’m acting different
This shit change you when you really in it
These days I can’t come complain
Still get laid I swear
I used to not get paid
I’m back to my old ways
Tech hoodie on
No chains
First pair of new Balmains
Had me feeling like Kurt Cobain
I embarrassed all my fly things
On the floor seats at the ball game
I got mad saint Lauren shit
I told em’ nigga personally call me
Gotta stab bitch niggas in the streets I ain’t even gotta call B
They be mad hoes after shows they following me to the lobby
Imma asshole when they come to that
I don’t want you bitches to love me
But thats just cause I get it
Been in my bag for a minute
I just flow with it
They all in my business, but
They just do not get it
Blood on my shoes I’m sinning, yeah
New E.R.D getting yeah
A lot of niggas dress just like me
But its alright i already did it, yeah
Niggas wanna rap just like me
But its okay i already did it, yeah
Elliante got me icy
W’s up I’m Winning
W’s up I’m Winning
And I told her that I loved her but I didn’t care
And if I expose her
It’s because she told my business, yeah
I’m kinda like Hov business man
I’m a business man
I miss my nigga V12 and Montana man
I remember back when we was younger
I wish you was with me sitting in this benz
Now when we talk the convos be in lingo cause you in the feds
Got a little heart , getting used to all these millions
I keep from minimum wage
Gotta little heart talking to you
Through a phone
Knowing I can’t see your face
Nigga with a wire
Started fucking with you nigga
What the fuck did you say
Told you , you ain’t gotta sell grills
No more nigga, but you did anyway
I wish they give you bail
You woulda Been with me today
Real shit just free all my

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
Yeezy, Ne-Yo, the remix ayo
I think it’s time to hit ’em with the Mase flow
My uh, she was gettin the best of me
But oooh, child, you my destiny
And I know it’s especially
Hard with all these girls just testing me
Uh, and you gon’ question me
If she even stand next to me
But you should laugh, ’cause you my better half
And these girls just fighting over the rest of me (c’mon!)
Right now it feels so crazy
I know she just some lady
And my outfit is just so 80’s
Not to mention McLaren Mercedes
And the 26 in-inch rim whee-eels
Look so good with your 6-inch heels
Fly shit that you be on
Gucci on, aligned by Louis Vuitton
And we high as the way we cruising on
High like I, like Mercury
Why do I mention the solar system?
Cause, you in my soul and system
And we gon’ take her home with this one
I got something that you gon’ like
You got something that I can’t fight
We got something that we both gon’ ride

[Bridge: Ne-Yo]
And I know this much is true
Baby, you have become my addiction, I’m so strung out on you
I can barely move but I like it

[Hook: Ne-Yo]
And it’s all because of you
And it’s all because of you
And it’s all because of you
And it’s all because…
Never get enough
She’s the sweetest drug

[Verse 2: Ne-Yo]
Think of it every second, I can’t get nothing done
Only concern is the next time, I’m gonna get me some
Know I should stay away from, cause it’s no good for me
I try and try but my obsession won’t let me leave

[Bridge: Ne-Yo]
I got a problem and I don’t know what to do about it
Even if I did, I don’t know if I would quit but I doubt it
I’m taken by the thought of it, and I know this much is true
Baby, you have become my addiction, I’m so strung out on you
I can barely move but I like it

[Hook: Ne-Yo]
And it’s all because of you
And it’s all because of you
And it’s all because of you
And it’s all because…
Never get enough
She’s the sweetest drug

[Outro: Ne-Yo]
Ain’t no doubt, so strung out
Ain’t no doubt, so strung out
Over you, over you, over you
Because of you
And it’s all because of you
Never get enough
She’s the sweetest drug, she’s the sweetest drug

[Verse 1]
Nobody ever make it out alive (woo!)
This ain’t first class I got upgraded
Penny pinchin’ rapper even though I made it
Momma got her clothes from garage sales
Took the low so I could have the top shelf, yeah
Humble thyself or God will
Youngin’ with a little drive like a Hot Wheel, yeah
Now it’s pop culture when you’re poppin’ pills, right?
Rather have us medicated than healed, right?
Look, blog said I’m in album mode
Boy, I’m always in album mode
My slice need the a la modé
New York, like Al Capone
Whole squad in the Patagon’
My girl b-b-bad, bad to the bone
I keep losin’ my wedding ring
I gotta go get that tatted on
I’m–out in Europe, it feel just like the borough
Shoutin’ “Ya heard!” Spent a Euro, got dessert, that’s that churro
Need that Word that’s eternal
I write the rap, no journal
My pen got me some wins, I feel like Joe Paterno, aye
I don’t got no time for beefin’ with nobody else
I’ve been dealin’ with my demons, I been beefin’ with myself
I need Heaven down on Earth ’cause it’s feelin’ like it’s Hell
That’s all that I can do, uh

[Pre-Chorus]
Ah
1 a.m., I ain’t sleepin’
2 a.m., I ain’t sleepin’ (not at all)
3 a.m., I ain’t sleepin’ (wide awake)
Maybe I should get some sleep in

[Chorus]
I got angels flyin’ all around
I pray they take me off the ground
I know I got one lookin’ down on me
On me, on me

[Interlude]
Every sword got two edges
How will I be remembered?

[Chorus]
I got angels flyin’ all around
I pray they take me off the ground
I know I got one lookin’ down on me (on me, on me)
I got angels flyin’ all around
I pray they take me off the ground
I know I got one lookin’ down on me, on me, on me

[Verse 2]
Standing alone in the parking lot of The Truman Show
Privy to things I never knew before
Laying flowers at the casket of a twenty-two-year-old me
It sound unusual, but listen death is beautiful, see
Nothing grows until it finally dies
And you don’t ever find the truth until you find the lies (well)
Now that I’ve–started pulling the strings, some things are unraveling
And I don’t like what I’m seeing but yet I proceed (deconstruction)
This the moment I hold it all in question
It’s terrifying ’cause there ain’t nothing to rest in
The sense of a lost direction, it’s messy but still I press
And I’m desperate to find the answer, I can’t go on with the guessing
Did 81 percent of the people I call my brethren
Put an elephant in the room and say it was Heaven-sent?
I don’t know what Bible you reading, what God you believe in
But that don’t sound like reason, it sound like you sleeping
So I’m leaving, this my Last Supper who treatin’?
Take a stand for the knee and your Nikes still creasin’
I let it all fall apart then I took the pieces
Reconstructing everything I once believed in, yeah

[Outro]
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[Intro: Pardison Fontaine & Cardi B]
Ahhh
Cardi!
Turn around, fuck it all the way up
Bust it down, turn around, fuck it all the way up
Bust it down, turn around, fuck it—look

[Verse 1: Pardison Fontaine]
Let’s get it straight, girl, you don’t need a nigga for nothin’
Lookin’ better every day, you got that Benjamin Button
Claimin’ he don’t got a girl, you know niggas be frontin’
You don’t need no bitch comin’ up to you as a woman (ayy)
And you a boss, so you hate when niggas waste time (ayy)
You too pretty to be paused on the FaceTime (ayy)
Damn, I’m just statin’ the facts
You hate that like you hate when niggas tell you, “Relax”
What the fuck you mean, “Relax”?
You want somethin’ more than just physical (word)
It’s been a while since you met someone original (word)
You spend your time drinkin’ wine in your livin’ room
All that good pussy, can’t find the one to give it to (what?)
Issa, issa shame (issa shame)
You see me, see the squad, issa gang (issa gang)
You see him, issa bum, issa lame (issa lame)
But issa difference ‘tween me and what’s-his-name (ayy)
I swear to God, word to Mase (ayy)
I’ma drink this Henny to the face (ayy)
Fuck a condom, I’ma bring saran wrap
I can’t let no good pussy go to waste (ayy)

[Chorus: Pardison Fontaine & Cardi B]
Back, back-backin’ it up
I’m the king of talkin’ shit, then backin’ it up (ayy)
Back, back-backin’ it up
Throw that shit over here, girl, that’s what it’s for (what you say?)
You know how to go and get a bag, don’t you? (Ayy)
You know how to make a bitch mad, don’t you (Ayy)
Make your ex wanna get it back, that’s a fact
Say it louder for the bitches in the back (Ayy)
I know to go and get a bag, don’t I (don’t I)
I know how to make a bitch mad, don’t I (yeah)
Make my ex wanna get it back, that’s a fact
Say it louder for the bitches in the back (ayy)
Back, back-backin’ it up
I’m the queen of talkin’ shit, then I’m backin’ it up (yeah)
Back, back-backin’ it up
Throw that money over here, nigga, that’s what it’s for (what you say?)

[Verse 2: Cardi B]
Look, said I was gettin’ some head, get-gettin’ some head
Ran down on a bitch, she almost pissed on her leg
Bitches think they fuckin’ with me, must be sick in the head
Why don’t you chill with the beef and get some chicken instead?
Got the crown, shut it down, have them hype up in the 6
If she dead, let her lay won’t bring no life into this bitch
Lookin’ this good should be a sin, you should call me cinnamon
Cardi B, bad bitch, those is fuckin’ synonyms
We see who winnin’ (see who winnin’), we see who got it (see who got it)
You see I’m still in the bank makin’ deposits (cash)
You see who switched up sides and who was solid (who was solid)
You see who stuck to the code and who forgot it
Talk about it, bitch

[Chorus: Pardison Fontaine & Cardi B]
You know how to go and get a bag, don’t you? (Ayy)
You know how to make a bitch mad, don’t you (Ayy)
Make your ex wanna get it back, that’s a fact
Say it louder for the bitches in the back (Ayy)
I know to go and get a bag, don’t I (don’t I)
I know how to make a bitch mad, don’t I (yeah)
Make my ex wanna get it back, that’s a fact
Say it louder for the bitches in the back (ayy)
Back, back-backin’ it up
I’m the king of talkin’ shit, then backin’ it up (ayy)
Back, back-backin’ it up
Throw that shit over here, girl, that’s what it’s for (what you say?)

[Intro: French Montana, Mountain & Kodak Black]
Ooh
Yeah, louder
Hey, hey
I’m in London, got my beat from London

[Chorus: French Montana]
Iced out (stylist), no stylist (stylist)
New Chanel, Saint Laurent, Gucci bag (huh, haan)
Lifestyle (stylist), no stylist (stylist)
Louis Vuitton, Jimmy Choos, that’s on you (haan)
Diamonds on my neck, frozen tears (tears)
Hoppin’ out the jet, Lears (Lear)
Bad bitches gettin’ wet, here
Yeah, don’t call me ’til the checks clear (clear)

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Louder
Fuck they talkin’ about? Fast talk, runnin’ laps
I’m not playin’ that shit
French Vanilla, sippin’ on, Lear jets pickin’ up
Hong Kong, Morocco, I’m here
No stylist
And I ain’t playin’ with these bitches, they childish (haan)
Yeah, look around, they quiet
She said I ain’t got no heart, bitch, find it

[Chorus: French Montana]
Iced out (stylist), no stylist (stylist)
New Chanel, Saint Laurent, Gucci bag (huh, haan)
Lifestyle (stylist), no stylist (stylist)
Louis Vuitton, Jimmy Choos, that’s on you (haan)
Diamonds on my neck, frozen tears (tears)
Hoppin’ out the jet, Lears (Lear)
Bad bitches gettin’ wet, here
Yeah, don’t call me ’til the checks clear (clear)

[Verse 2: Drake & French Montana]
(Louder)
I got the game in a squeeze
Who disagree? I wanna see one of y’all run up a B
Yeah, two open seats, we flyin’ at seven and packed for the beach
Yeah, keepin’ it G, I told her “don’t wear no 350s ’round me”
Iced out, no stylist
No Chanel, Nike track, doin’ road with some waps
And that’s Capo in the back, and that’s swole in the back
Don’t need Gucci on my back, TV Gucci got my back
Don’t know where y’all niggas at, I’ve been here, I’ve been back
In Delilah’s, word to Zack, I need action, that’s a fact

[Chorus: French Montana]
Iced out, no stylist (stylist)
New Chanel, Saint Laurent, Gucci bag (huh, haan)
Lifestyle, no stylist
Louis Vuitton, Jimmy Choos, that’s on you (haan)
Diamonds on my neck, frozen tears (tears)
Hoppin’ out the jet, Lears (Lear)
Bad bitches gettin’ wet, here
Yeah, don’t call me ’til the checks clear (clear)
Iced out, no stylist (stylist)
New Chanel, Saint Laurent, Gucci bag (huh, haan)
Lifestyle, no stylist (stylist)
Louis Vuitton, Jimmy Choos, that’s on you (haan)

[Outro: French Montana]
No stylist
No stylist