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[Intro: A$AP Ferg & Big Sean]
Yeah, yeah (Hit-Boy)
Woah, yeah, yeah
Sean, what up nigga? (Sean, what up nigga?)
Yeah (Yeah) Yeah, yeah
Lil’ bitch

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg & Big Sean]
Couple riders with them llamas if you pick a bone wit’ me
Put my bitch up on designer, got Balenci’ on her feet
My momma say a couple prayers, keep them demons off me
‘Cause I know I’m out here blessed, got so many reasons on me
Yeah niggas done tried and niggas done died, too many believers around me
Yeah I know my enemies meeting up, double-teaming on me
Now you know nobody tried that ever got pieces off me
Fucking these hoes ’til they be dying, don’t catch a seizure on me
See, Ferg used to move the product in the whole school (Yeah)
Thumbing through paper from last year but it’s not old news (Right)
My psycho bitch, she got me shopping up at Whole Foods
Fucking these cougars like a young nigga s’posed to
I got your bitch up on the mattress while I’m fly no T (Woo!)
I’m sick and tired of all the yapping, little nigga I’m your OG (Woo!)
My diamonds shining like the ball that drop on New Year’s Eve (Come on!)
And she countdown to the D, she be like “5-4-3”

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg & Big Sean]
Now drop down, you a freak (Milly rock)
Bend it over, touch your feet (Yeah!)
Shake that booty, I know it’s little but unique (So unique)
Back that thing up on my nigga from the D (Oh, that’s me?)

[Verse 2: Big Sean & A$AP Ferg]
Okay, back out the hearse, they trapped out the church (Woo!)
Niggas say my name, okay they asked for the worst (Come on!)
Me and A$AP Ferg preaching back to back on the verse (Damn!)
Hit-Boy on the beat so, bitch, you gotta go berserk (That’s right!)
Kill ’em all one-by-one, “Final Destination”
Fuck that medication, I’m sipping cold flu Echinacea (Come on!)
You done fucked up, I stayed up, sleep deprivation (Woo!)
They on the search nigga (Uh!) Know your worth nigga (Yeah!)
Tell the DJ bring it back, reimburse niggas (Damn)
Alḥamdulillāh, my finance advisors been through hell
Oh well, pshh, we on fire (Woo, woo!)
Brung her back home more times than Maguire, higher (Grr)
Trap Lord packed out the risers
Big getting his bread, your pocket on carb diets
I just start up a riot at all the Hyatts
And make them hoes leave right before they cook the omelets (Woo, woo!)

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg & Big Sean]
Drop down (Woah) You a freak (Woah)
Bend it over (Yeah) Touch your feet (Touch your feet)
Shake that booty, I know it’s little but unique (So unique)
Back that thing up on my nigga from the D (Oh, that’s me?)
On God!
Now, drop down (Down), you a freak (Hoo!)
Bend it over, woah (Come on!), touch your feet (Touch your feet)
Shake that booty, I know it’s little but unique (So unique)
Then throw it back on my nigga from NYC (Oh, that’s me?)

[Outro: Big Sean & A$AP Ferg]
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
Me and A$AP Ferg preaching back to back on the verse
Hit-Boy on the beat so, bitch, you gotta go berserk (That’s right!)

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[Intro]
Hit-Boy
Max Lord look like “Oh, it’s one of those”
Look foe, Max look
Huh, uh
I’ma just kick back and sip my tea nigga
Hot tea

[Chorus]
I’m sick and tired of the hoes on my line
I’ma Tony Hawk a song, ’cause I’m on my grind
Bitch I transform up in that ghost, Optimus Prime
And these hoes always do the most, tryna rob my mind
Don’t got time (Don’t got time)
Don’t got time (Don’t got time)
Tick tock, don’t got time
Don’t got time
I don’t got time
Don’t got time (Don’t got time)
Tick tock, don’t got time, hey

[Verse 1]
Shawty got, gimme that
Double up, ayy
Wockhardts, Qualitest
Double my cup, ayy
Pass me the Sprite and you die
I’ve said that multiple times
Double my gun, 007
I’ve shot him multiple times
Don’t love a bitch, fuck her then dip
I made her walk
Told her be like ASAP Rocky with it, bitch, walk please walk
Please don’t talk
Bitch I’m a dog I’ma bite I don’t bark
If yo bitch got water tell your bitch I’m a shark
Got the iron on me I feel like Tony Stark
Fly nigga I feel like Bonaparte
Designer on me but this shit ain’t no panda
I drop a 4 of heaven in the Fanta
Nina on my lap I’m feelin’ like Santa
Shittin’ on my enemies got no manners
I got that Percocet 30 [?]
No misunderstanding if you not understanding
540, no scope, I Black Ops 2 blam him
Shit ain’t a joke, I’ma go shoot a random

[Chorus]
I’m sick and tired of the hoes on my line
I’ma Tony Hawk a song, ’cause I’m on my grind
Bitch I transform up in that ghost, Optimus Prime
And these hoes always do the most, tryna rob my mind
Don’t got time (Don’t got time)
Don’t got time (Don’t got time)
Tick tock, don’t got time
Don’t got time
I don’t got time
Don’t got time (Don’t got time)
Tick tock, don’t got time, hey

[Verse 2]
I should go buy the Bahamas
Give an AK to my mama (Okay)
Go smoke a blunt with Obama (Ayy)
Until I feel dead like Osama (Okay)
I know robbers they leave you forgotten (Uh)
Up in the ocean swimming like you Bin Laden
I’m freestylin’ all them murders you [?]
Shoot the ammo out, pick it up, put it in my pocket, yeah
My choppa shoot so fast
You thought he knew ebonics
Your shorty went so fast
I nicknamed her Sonic
[?] demonic
Sippin’ chronic, smokin’ chronic
Tote chronics, shooting chronic
Come through get some of this chronic (Okay)
I’ve just been livin’ so fast
Pour me a four to slow down in here
Codeine cowboy getting cash
Robbery rodeos everywhere
Live everyday like my last one
Like what day my last one
Everyday I’m on the cash hunt
Buckle up let’s have a blast, hon

[Chorus]
I’m sick and tired of the hoes on my line
I’ma Tony Hawk a song, ’cause I’m on my grind
Bitch I transform up in that ghost, Optimus Prime
And these hoes always do the most, tryna rob my mind
Don’t got time (Don’t got time)
Don’t got time (Don’t got time)
Tick tock, don’t got time
Don’t got time
I don’t got time
Don’t got time (Don’t got time)
Tick tock, don’t got time, hey

[Outro]
Ayy, okay

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[Intro: Che Ecru]
Ooh

[Verse 1: Chre Ecru]
Can you blow smoke with me bae?
Come and smoke with me bae
Know I’m up all night
Know you see my eye
I know you wanna take a ride wit’ me bae, can we do it please?
I know your type
Money is a thing that you like
But money can’t keep you at night yeah
A nigga don’t love you, ain’t got time for that
Money, ain’t got time for pussy right now bae
And if it’s on a Thursday and you feel lonely, you can come over to my place
Know I’ll be good, know it’s alright
We can stay the night, I don’t wanna fight

[Chorus: Che Ecru]
Sorry If I’m not patient with this
Blunt steady burning my lips
Baby, I been gone with the shit
Sorry If I’m not patient with this
Sorry If I’m not patient with this
Blunt steady burning my lips
Baby, I been gone with the shit
Sorry If I’m not patient
Sorry If I’m not patient with this (Sorry If I’m not patient)
Blunt steady burning my lips (Blunt steady burning)
Baby, I been gone with the shit (Baby, I been gone)
Sorry If I’m not patient with this
Sorry If I’m not patient with this (Sorry If I’m not patient)
Blunt steady burning my lips (Blunt steady burning)
Baby, I been gone with the shit (Baby, I been gone, baby I been)
Sorry If I’m not patient (Baby, I been)

[Verse 2: Bryson Tiller]
Where you goin’ love? Where you come from?
Where you been love? Where you at now baby?
Skippin’ time, I know it’s been so crazy
Ain’t got time to chase me down
Hit me up when, when you’re around
And if you’re around, meet me right now
And I’ll love you down, fix it right now (Yeah, fix)
Make-make a difference right now
Lay your head back shawty I’ma get it right, yeah
Anytime yeah, many times, yeah
I’ve been up at night wonderin’ why you ain’t right here
Go to sleep here, sleep with you ain’t right here
Yeah, and I’m sorry I’m not patient with this (Sorry I’m not patient with this)
Blunt steady burning my lips (Blunt steady burning my lips)
Finna see it burn when I, the Henny burn when I, the Henny burn when I sip
Yeah, wanna chase with the kiss
Yeah, want you to say what it is
Wish you were there for me
Are you there?

[Outro: Che Ecru]
Pick your phone up, pick your phone up
Pick your phone up
Pick your phone up
Pick your phone up, pick your phone up
Pick your phone up, yeah
Pick it up so I can, pick it up so I can, pick it up so I can
Pick it up so I can put it down
Pick it up so I can put it down
Pick it up, I can put it down
Oh, I can put it down

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[Intro]
2, 3, 4

[Verse 1]
I’ve gone insane
There’s no way I’m sane
I just can’t get myself to
To trust in you
To crawl inside your mind
Would be divine
That way I know that it’s true
You feel the way I do

[Chorus]
‘Cause I’ve got two, got two
Devils on my shoulders
They’re holding on to me
I can’t hold on to you

[Verse 2]
I’ve gone insane
But deep in my brain, I’ll never get myself to
Believe in you
If only I could slice my skin
Try to align my fingerprints
I’d know exactly what it is you feel
I don’t even know what I’m saying
That’s not me talking

[Chorus]
‘Cause I’ve got two, got two
Devils on my shoulders
They’re holding on to me
I can’t hold on to you

[Bridge]
I don’t wanna let them through, them through
These demons in my system
They haunting me, I’m so possessive over you

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[Intro: Jeezy]
Yeah
Anybody seen my drink?
Oh, we goin’ all night tonight (Oh‚ I got it)
I’m on that white though
All night‚ nigga
Nah‚ for real though
Talk to ’em, nigga

[Refrain: Jeezy]
I’m talkin’ breakin’ down a brick, yeah‚ to hit a lick, yeah
In love with the bitch, but she still a trick‚ yeah (Yeah)
That ass sittin’ right, yeah, I wanna bite, yeah (Yeah)
I could fuck it right, yeah, all night, yeah, uh

[Verse 1: Jeezy]
Gotta let them niggas know, boy, you got that dough, boy
Fuck what you heard, you ain’t nothin’ to hold boys
Before I seen them O’s, boy, I was a poor boy
Drop my top in the hood, yeah, I’m talkin’ dope boy
I be making hits, man, like a hitman
What you say about them dollars, they can suck a dick, man
Keep my dawg on the collar ’cause that boy a pit, man
Streets get deep, yeah, I’m talking quicksand (Yeah)
Straight up out the hood, yeah, I’m ridin’ wood, yeah
Rose gold with the pointers, yeah, I’m lookin’ good, yeah
Self-made, self-paid, yeah, it’s understood, yeah
Still be A-E-W, I wish a nigga would, yeah

[Chorus: Jeezy]
You’ bout your issue? Is you gon’ shine every night?
Phone off, grind it up and get it right
Don’t do no snitchin’, don’t do no trickin’, don’t do no lackin’
Don’t do no cappin’, it’s all night, let’s get it crackin’ (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Came up on a milli’, yeah, I’m a millionaire (Yeah)
I can see the envy, yeah, through these Cartiers (Through the Cartiers)
Neighborhood style, like catch me rockin’ cashmere (Cashmere)
Extravagant shop, I can’t buy shit from last year (No)
She can heal the pain when I hit like Advil (‘Vil)
I drop to explain and I charge for adlibs (Adlibs)
I hop on the plane, show the whole world my drip (My drip)
Talkin’ ’bout her brain when I said she give lip (Lip)
I got in my bag, this a whole lot of chips (Uh)
Speedin’ in the whip, I got way too many whips (Too many)
Fans across the world, I get paid to take a trip (Trip)
You don’t trust these suckers, if you play, you gon’ get flipped

[Chorus: Jeezy]
You’ bout your issue? Is you gon’ shine every night?
Phone off, grind it up and get it right
Don’t do no snitchin’, don’t do no trickin’, don’t do no lackin’
Don’t do no cappin’, it’s all night, let’s get it crackin’ (Yeah)

[Refrain: Jeezy]
I’m talkin’ breakin’ down a brick, yeah, to hit a lick, yeah
In love with the bitch, but she still a trick, yeah (Yeah)
That ass sittin’ right, yeah, I wanna bite, yeah (Yeah)
I could fuck it right, yeah, all night, yeah, uh

[Outro: Jeezy]
What’s up?
Yeah
104 did that, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hah
All night
You gon’ get up tomorrow, do it again
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah