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(Intro: Quavo)
Yeah
(DJ Durel)
The way we put this sh*t together, you know what I mean?
Huncho and Durel made the beat, you know what I mean?
I got this man on saxophone
You know what I mean, he blowing them keys
You know we keep keys
The right way, you dig?
The way we put this Culture sh*t together
It’s like a new wave, generation way
Yeah, feel like 3K, Andre, with my way, Huncho

(Verse 1: Quavo)
She f**k with the gang, she f**k with the team
She like to do percocets, then I put her on lean
She got little perky breasts, I put a little ice on the flex
She got a little turkey neck, neck, neck, neck, neck
Don’t look at that skeleton too long, might drown
My ni**a got felonies, let him out right now
I’m in Miami like a Zoe Pound
Call a Zoey dollar jet ski, water clowns
Wrist spending tabs
ni**as spending fast, 150 cash, 50 cash
Yeah, large, y’all ni**a talk too hard
We pull your card, pull up and chop down yards
Fish bowl same size, fish tank, yeah
Big bank same size as his bank, yeah
My b**ch way better than his b**ch, yeah
We too playa, we too, we too playa
Yeah, we too playa, we too, we too playa
Yeah, we too playa, yeah, we too playa
Woo, we too playa, we too, we too playa
Ay, we too playa, yeah, we too playa

(Chorus: Quavo)
Said I got a big scale same size as his scale, yeah
All this watered down, might could sell it to a whale, yeah
Post on the shore like the seashell, yeah
We too playa, yeah, we too playa

(Verse 2: 2 Chainz)
Play a circle down my first squad, but you already knew that
ni**a claim he got a million dollars, but I already blew that
Donatella on the bootstrap, whole crew got a Tru tat
Whole crew got a Tru chain, lay it back, now I move same
100 thousand in a blue flame, cross a ni**a like a spiritual
Before rap, I was in the trap, and my record was criminal
Baby girl got that water park, when she get up, she left a water mark
Black Patek Philippe, motherf**kers like Armor-All
Ok, now all in all, got it from wall to wall
Took it from mall to mall, dropped it from stall to stall
sh*tting on ni**as subliminally, all of my shoes are from Italy
Hard top crews, no Kennedy, she’ll pay cash, no penalty

(Verse 3: Quavo)
Marble all my floors, blue strip on my rolls
If the money fold, that mean the dope ain’t sold
I like it straight, the men ain’t gotta debate
Ice on stakes, pull up with a serious face
The way these hoes like to film a ni**a, Lorenz Tate
I won’t even let you film a ni**a without seeing tape
Yeah, that’s my brother, work, but I gotta play harder
Tryna be like the Carters, gotta be like the Carters

(Repeat Chorus: Quavo)

(Verse 4: Takeoff)
I am a player, and no, I ain’t playing fair
Swear they shaking like some dreads
Oh, that mean we got ’em scared
Look up at your man’s head, tell me what color that dot is
Dot on his head is red, get popped for some sh*t that your brother did
I love my mama, never change, your honor
So I gotta let his mama live
I beat the pot up like Adrien Broner, make him vanish, David Copperfield
Came in the game and was independent
They was screaming out that we ain’t got a deal
Said I ain’t playing, this the face I make
When I call my plug and he ain’t got a sell
5, 4, 3, 2, 1, my name is Takeoff, I’m outta here
Open the door when they got in there
Why’d I pick up the silencer?
Shoot it up to the analogist
Ballin’, but they keep callin’ us
And ain’t no stoppin’ us, try to see the apocalypse

(Repeat Chorus: Quavo)

(Verse 5: Offset)
New Moncler, throwin’ salt on a playa
Save the salt for the snails
Or the rocks in my ear
Put you in the Bentley, brand new Selena
She a bad b**ch, I seen her
I’m flooded, call FEMA
I do it the best, I am too playa to stress
Drip like the mayor, more or less
I like your b**ch, I caress
Dry down the stick ni**a, hush
Codeine syrup a must
Wraith with the peppermint guts
He sweet, he keep holding nuts
Your b**ch is a throwaway mutt

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I scare myself just thinking about you
I scare myself when I’m without you
I scare myself the moment that you’re going
I scare myself when I let my thoughts run
and when they’re running
I keep thinking of you
and when they’re running
what can I do?

I scare myself, and I don’t mean lightly
I scare myself, it can get frightening
I scare myself, to think what I could do
I scare myself — it’s some kind of voodoo…
and with that voodoo
I keep thinking of you
and with that voodoo
what can I do?

but it’s so so very different when we’re together
and I’m so so much calmer; I feel better
’cause the stars already crossed our paths forever
and the sooner that you realise it the better
and then I’ll be with you and I won’t scare myself
and I’ll know what to do and I won’t scare myself
and my thoughts will run and I won’t scare myself
and I’ll think of you and I won’t scare myself

[Intro]
Is this guy serious?
Is this guy serious or what?

[Chorus]
Twenty bands, twenty bands, twenty bands
Twenty bands, twenty bands, twenty bands
Twenty bands, twenty bands, twenty bands
Twenty bands, twenty bands, twenty bands
Let it out, let it out, let it out

[Verse]
I foresee the jealousy all in your eyes for sure
Sure, they don’t want to beef with my physique or my .44
Sure, life is sweet, I’m by the beach, sand all on the feet
By the seat, the time we meet, we’ll leave em’ by the shore
Sure, pop a bean em’ right to sleep sheets of my decor
With privacy, she grind on me and sweep on my rapport, whore
Drama by the front door, pushing out the back door
Trapping out the bando, leave em’ by the trap door
Money bags, money bags
Ten bands, ten bands, ten bands (ten bands)
Drop the babies in the car seat, must be the Courvoisier
Tap on your boussie, valeting Cartier
Car keys to the Marcielago and Courtier
Wake up thankful everyday, feel like Sydney Portier
Ayy ayy, soundbite, soundbite, woo
Cheat code, cheat code, L1, down, right
Damn right, damn right
The nigga who your sound like, sound like
Demons fucking up my focus
Head vultures, precious death, death rows
Pockets full of dead folks
Prada soles full of dead roaches
And some cud I stepped on
Waiting for her to get left
On the same place, dead bodies get left on
But woke niggas get slept on
Broke niggas get flexed on
I really wish she had less on
I might fuck her with a dress on
Scratching on me with her breasts on
We ain’t stopping til’ the next song
Next song, next song, next song

[Outro: Lil Yacthy]
Ten bands, ten bands
Money bags, money bags
Money bags, money bags
Ten bands, ten bands
Ten bands, ten bands
Ricky Owens on me look like Dom Pér
St. Laurents on me, I don’t wear Vans

[Intro]
Yeah
Mhmm
No, no, no
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Please don’t call my phone I need some time
Just to sit and think about my life
It’s been every day nonstop every night
I just need some time, ooh
Please don’t call my phone I need some time
Just to sit and think about my life
It’s been every day nonstop every night
I just need some time, oooh

[Verse 1]
Please don’t call my phone I don’t got time to talk today
Facetimin’ without appointments must of lost your way
Haven’t even had the time to count the dollars made
I work on vacation, I don’t take no holidays
I don’t know what sleep is, I’ve been up since "Chain Hang Low"
Body rollin’ all night, that’s a place that they can go
Still ain’t had a day off, life been chaos, melee mode
I just need some time, sometimes I wish that they made clones

[Chorus]
Please don’t call my phone I need some time
Just to sit and think about my life
It’s been every day nonstop every night
I just need some time, oooh
Please don’t call my phone I need some time
Just to sit and think about my life
It’s been every day nonstop every night
I just need some time, oooh

[Verse 2]
Saw you turn your backs
Just to go and get a bag
I’m the best you ever had
Now there ain’t no coming back
This ain’t gonna work, I’m too focused on my work
I just need some time, oooh
I ain’t got time to talk small town shit
Diemon com got all my hits
Lookin’ at the world like it’s on my shit
I ain’t got time to talk all my shit
But I’m gonna try ’til the casket closes
Until they give me my roses
I just need some time, oooh

[Chorus]
Please don’t call my phone I need some time
Just to sit and think about my life
It’s been every day nonstop every night
I just need some time, oooh
Please don’t call my phone I need some time
Just to sit and think about my life
It’s been every day nonstop every night
I just need some time

[Intro: Ralo]
Yeah, I had a dream
YFN, I had a dream last night
Famgoon, yeah

[Chorus: Ralo & YFN Lucci]
Bro I had a dream last night, that everything went right
You better not fuck with my brother, shoot everything in sight
I told ’em gon’ and free Trouble, that my thief in the night
Forgive me for what I’m doing, I’m just keeping it right
I got my money right, yeah, money right, damn right, yeah
I’m alright, yeah, all my ice out your price, yeah
Count it twice, yeah, I don’t want it if it ain’t right, yeah
Uh, I just knew you wasn’t right, yeah

[Verse 1: Ralo]
I know that none of these niggas right
Take every one of these niggas’ lifes
Play with the bro and I’m shooting on sight
We gon’ shine, we gon’ shine bright
In a different club every night
We ain’t stopping at red lights
Rich as fuck off dog food
I’m the niggas that the feds like
I won’t be Meech, I won’t be Terry
I won’t be the nigga locked up
Every time they book me for a show
I get a twenty just to pop up
Every time that I post a picture
I am every nigga’s move
Even when I wasn’t in school
Freshest nigga in the room
Freshest nigga in the classroom
Got the world screaming famgoon
Put the world on that ahk shit
Got the world getting it tattooed
Where I came from, got my name from
Got the game in a blender
Had a dream last night
It wasn’t right for my nigga

[Chorus: Ralo & YFN Lucci]
Bro I had a dream last night, that everything went right
You better not fuck with my brother, shoot everything in sight
I told ’em gon’ and free Trouble, that my thief in the night
Forgive me for what I’m doing, I’m just keeping it right
I got my money right, yeah, money right, damn right, yeah
I’m alright, yeah, all my ice out your price, yeah
Count it twice, yeah, I don’t want it if it ain’t right, yeah
Uh, I just knew you wasn’t right, yeah

[Verse 2: Ralo]
Something told me that you wasn’t right, I knew it
I’m coming home tonight, that pusssy good
You know I take care all my niggas like a real one should
You know my niggas still my niggas if we get into it
They wonder why I do it
Why I got so much money and still live in the hood
Why I go through so much and I kick it like I’m good
They don’t like me, I guess that I’m misunderstood
I told my bitch that I love her, she better not ever leave me
Never keep it, not even your deepest secrets
You need to tell me you love me even when we beefin’
I’m achieving, everything that I was dreamin’
Bitch I’m breathin’

[Chorus: Ralo & YFN Lucci]
Bro I had a dream last night, that everything went right
You better not fuck with my brother, shoot everything in sight
I told ’em gon’ and free Trouble, that my thief in the night
Forgive me for what I’m doing, I’m just keeping it right
I got my money right, yeah, money right, damn right, yeah
I’m alright, yeah, all my ice out your price, yeah
Count it twice, yeah, I don’t want it if it ain’t right, yeah
Uh, I just knew you wasn’t right, yeah

[Outro: Ralo]
Yeah, I had a dream
I had a dream last night
Famgoon, yeah