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[Verse 1: Cuban Doll]
Hundred bands, times a hundred bands
Can you get it, ain’t no running man
Keep a hundred rounds, we gon’ get him
I ain’t never gave a fuck about no bitch
Cause I’m bigger and I’m better
Keep a Smith & Wesson we can do whatever, aye
You say you a boss, I know you a lame
And that nigga ugly what the fuck you saying?
You ain’t getting money girl you need a plan
You a broke bitch, always holding out your hand
I’m a real bitch
I just be getting bad
Spend and get it back then I spend it with my mans
That money in my hand put it right on your head
Ain’t no loss, I’m a boss I can do that shit again, ayy
Fuck a role we speak facts
If a lame bitch talking I won’t even speak that
Keep that .45 all black, we strapped, we back
Pop up on ’em make a bitch see that, aye

[Chorus: Cuban Doll]
Fuck all them niggas we gon’ fuck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass, ayy

[Verse 2: Cuban Doll]
I’m a real bitch I can’t fake shit
You a fucking pussy you don’t shake shit
You just figured it out bruh you late bitch
You a broke bitch you ain’t got no vest to play with
Somewhere out in Cali do the dash in a spaceship
You somewhere in the crib looking mad cause you ain’t shit
You ain’t tough, big bank take little bank
Bitch you bankrupt
All them hoes losing but they ain’t us

[Chorus: Cuban Doll]
Fuck all them niggas we gon’ fuck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass, ayy
Fuck all them niggas we gon’ fuck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass, ayy

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
All these mad rappers dirty, will I keep a .30
Spent long nights ridin’ low and dirty, now my coop is prayin’ tutu
[?] cockin’, get to jerkin’ have ’em niggas swervin’
Niggas servin’, bitches drinkin’ bourbon, I remember back when hoes was curvin’
Now I fuck hoes when I wanna (yeah)
Boy used to post on the corner (yeah)
[?] bitches was foreign
Killin’ shit, sendin’ these hoes to the coroner (yeah)
Don’t be sad now a nigga up
AP’s goin’ dumb, why you comin’ out bitch if you ain’t tryna make me cum?
Stupid ass bitch, I said so, wanna smack you
Gon’ and pull up so my lil sister can stab you
Gang posted up on the corner like a statue
Clist round my check like a motherfuckin’ satchel

[Pre-Chorus: Cuban Doll]
You ain’t tough, big bank take little bank
Bitch you bankrupt
All them hoes losing but they ain’t us
You ain’t tough, big bank take little bank
Bitch you bankrupt
All them hoes losing but they ain’t us

[Chorus: Cuban Doll]
Fuck all them niggas we gon’ fuck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass, ayy
Fuck all them niggas we gon’ fuck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass, ayy

[Verse 4: Lil Baby]
100 bottles, no sparkles, we already lit
Thousand hunnid, all the bills like we counterfeit
Love the hoe, I slap the bitch, we on some different shit
This shit didn’t come from round the way, I’m on some different drip
Sticky, she wanna get with me
I need me a bad broad, then again, a Nicki
Ain’t leavin’ no witnesses, Christian Lou’, a murder scene
Shout out to the homies behind the wall, yeah, the murder team
The old murder team, the ones that can’t be silent
Sippin’ ‘methazine, it got me out my body
Date time, go and throw a dime all in Folly
Big bank take little bank, I’m really gettin’ money

[Pre-Chorus: Cuban Doll]
You ain’t tough, big bank take little bank
Bitch you bankrupt
All them hoes losing but they ain’t us
You ain’t tough, big bank take little bank
Bitch you bankrupt
All them hoes losing but they ain’t us

[Chorus: Cuban Doll]
Fuck all them niggas we gon’ fuck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass, ayy
Fuck all them niggas we gon’ fuck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass, ayy

[Verse 1]
Hundred bands, times a hundred bands
Can you get it, ain’t no running man
Keep a hundred rounds, we gon’ get him
I ain’t never gave a fuck about no bitch
Cause I’m bigger and I’m better
Keep a Smith & Wessun we can do whatever, aye
You say you a boss, I know you a lame
And that nigga ugly what the fuck you saying
You ain’t getting money girl you need a plan
You a broke bitch, always holding out your hand
I’m a real bitch
I just be getting bad
Spend and get it back then I spend it with my mans
That money in my hand put it right on your head
Ain’t no loss, I’m a boss I can do that shit again, ayy
Fuck a role we speak facts
If a lame bitch talking I won’t even speak that
Keep that .45 all black, we strapped, we back
Pop up on ’em make a bitch see that, aye

[Hook]
Fuck all them niggas we gon’ fuck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass
Ayy

[Verse 2]
I’m a real bitch I can’t fake shit
You a fucking pussy you don’t shake shit
You just figured it out bruh you late bitch
You a broke bitch you ain’t got no vest to play with
Somewhere out in Cali do the dash in a spaceship
You somewhere in the crib looking mad cause you ain’t shit

[Pre-Hook]
You ain’t tough, big bank take little bank
Bitch you bankrupt
All them hoes losing but they ain’t us

[Hook]
Fuck all them niggas we gon’ fuck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass
Ey
Fuck all them niggas we gon’ fuck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass
Ey

[Verse 3]
Bitch bands, bands, don’t fuck up this dashboard
Bitches want problems we gon’ give ’em what they ask for
That’s what this cash for, I need that like a landlord
You bitches half step, somebody please drop a bag on ’em
Bitch why you lying you ain’t never got no cash ho
Ho you nigga why you trying to act tough ain’t no straps on you
Bitches turned their back, yeah its cool I just stacked on ’em
I was getting money way before I seen rap money
Them hoes hate together when that check end
But bitch you more broke than your best friend
That chop right beside me like my best man
Fuck a wedding when it ring watch your head split

[Pre-Hook]
You ain’t tough, big bank take little bank
Bitch you bankrupt
All them hoes losing but they ain’t us
You ain’t tough, big bank take little bank
Bitch you bankrupt
All them hoes losing but they ain’t us

[Hook]
Fuck all them niggas we gon’ fuck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass
Ey
Fuck all them niggas we gon’ fuck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass
Ey

Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass
Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Wrist turnt, sip syrup, smoke and purp’
Pop a perc’, left her, savage gone
Now we on, she was different back when we was home
Keep it goin’, feds tappin’ on my mobile phone

[Verse 1: Dice SoHo]
Ayy, walk on the court smellin’ like gelato
Bust down Rollie and I’m [?]
Ice in my face ’cause I know it’s my time
Cut the bitch off, she got outta line
New bitch ass soft as a cushion
Hoochies call me like, “We gotta keep pushin’”
They tryna get time in the feds
Shit fucked up, will chop off my head (hey)
Remember school days with Brody and Lex
I done had a couple homies that switched, I done see my pop break down a brick
I just sent the hoe to break down a trick, ayy
Now hand that’s puttin’ hand on the ground
Mama trippin’, thought it wasn’t gon’ work
My dog turn his back on me, that shit hurt
Fuck it, I ain’t trippin’, she could be worse
Hop in the drop top, while I skrrt
I been a real nigga since birth (ayy, yeah)
Ayy, Travis stopped fuckin’ with me ’cause of hoes
Fuck it, it’s a lifestyle that I chose, that’s how it goes

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Wrist turnt, sip syrup, smoke and purp’
Pop a perc’, left her, savage gone
Now we on, she was different back when we was home
Keep it goin’, feds tappin’ on my mobile phone
Wrist turnt, sip syrup, smoke and purp’
Pop a perc’, left her, savage gone
Now we on, she was different back when we was home
Keep it goin’, feds tappin’ on my mobile phone

[Verse 2: Desiigner]
That’s how I [?] perform, uh
I like to hold the chrome, yeah
I feel like Macauley Culkin, uh
I like it home alone, uh
I’m from the hood where them niggas be trappin’ on the block
And they trappin’ at home, uh
First she had next, now break up, yeah
Face down, ass up, legs up, yeah
Face look pretty with no make up, yeah
I look good, I stay up, yeah
I count cash, no pay cut, yeah
I cook crack, I bake up, yeah
I took my service gone, uh
I got a mobile phone, uh
I’m trappin’ home alone, uh
Nigga, I got a chrome

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Wrist turnt, sip syrup, smoke and purp’
Pop a perc’, left her, savage gone
Now we on, she was different back when we was home
Keep it goin’, feds tappin’ on my mobile phone

[Bridge: Dice SoHo]
Woah, get the dough is all I know
So, yeah, ’cause they gon’ hate regardless
No love for these bitches, I’m heartless
Secure the bag, that’s a goal, goal

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Wrist turnt, sip syrup, smoke and purp’
Pop a perc’, left her, savage gone
Now we on, she was different back when we was home
Keep it goin’, feds tappin’ on my mobile phone
Wrist turnt, sip syrup, smoke and purp’
Pop a perc’, left her, savage gone
Now we on, she was different back when we was home
Keep it goin’, feds tappin’ on my mobile phone

Vs 1
People say all good things must come to an end
But that’s not true cause love extends,
There is so much love, so much love to convey
And there is opportunity to love everyday,

Hook 1
It was sent down from above
Love will last forever,
Extend your life with love,
Love will last forever,

Vs 2
Love began like it says in the Bible book
And if you believe in love your gonna get hooked
Did you that love is a perfect feeling
And did you know that love is for every human being

Hook 2
It was sent down from above
Love will last forever,
Extend your life with love,
Love will last forever

Bridge
God is love
The Father of love
He sends us love
The ever-lasting love,

Vamp
Now don’t you ever worry
Cause His love is down to earth for you
As long as you believe in Him
His love is going to shine through,
Now don’t you ever worry
Nobody can take His love away,
He sends it to all of us
To love each other each day,

Break down – Vamp Out 1
Love will last forever
That’s how long you can be pleased, uh hu
Follow the Ten Commandments
And you can be sure
The rest of your life will be at ease,

Vamp Out 2
Love- will- last- fore-ver, ever
Oh yea, I’m tryin’ to tell ya’,

His love is forever in me
And I thank You Father,
Thank You, thank You, thank You for Your Love,
I’m gonna’ spread it around…

Break
God’s- love- is- the- world- to- me

Vs 1
God is love
And love is all His world was made of
I thrive off His nature of love,

Chorus 1
His love is the miracle
The miracle
Oh it’s God’s nature,
It will heal every heart in life
And make life better,

Break
God’s- love- is- the- world- to- me,

Vs 2
A heart that’s broken in pieces
Can get a better new start
Through God’s grace and mercy
As His love heals every part,

Chorus 2
His love is the miracle,
He repaired this heart of mine
So I could love again so freely,
He only wants us to be happy, yea
He’s no mystery,

Break
God’s- love- is- a- miracle

Bridge
My God is waiting,
He’s waiting for ya’
Waiting to mend a broken heart,
I was broken, drinkin’ and smokin’
Fornicatin’ and just hangin’ out,
Awl, my God is waiting,
Waiting to love through someone’s heart,

Chorus 3
So if you’re looking for that lasting love,
The only way to find it is through the miracle,
Put the Lord in your life first,
And He will lead you to that someone special,
Trust your faith in His Spirit,
I know that you can do it,
Just let if flow, it’s the way to go,
He’s waiting right now,

Break
God’s- love- is- the- world- to- me,

Vs 3
If you want a better new start
Then give Him your heart,
And He will perform the miracle,
God you’re a wonder
But through Your Spirit a bonder
Of peace, love and happiness
Just for Your world,
You gave up Jesus so we could be free,
Free to live justifiably,

Vamp Out
You’ve got me in your glory,
You’re number one in my mind,
I’ve got to tell the story
Of your divine,

Oh Lord I love you so
And I will never let Your Spirit go,
Oh no, oh my Lord,
My Heavenly Father,
I love Ya’
You picked me up
When I was down,
You turned my love life
All the way around.