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[Intro: Nicki Minaj & Young Thug]
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Somebody called for the queen?
Oh, oh
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Oh, oh
Thugger
Mmm, ayy

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I never killed anybody (body)
But I got somethin’ to do with that body (somethin’, just shh)
I got the streets on my back (on my back)
Carry it like I’m movin’ a body (huh)
I told them to shoot a hundred rounds (do-do)
Like he tryna movie the body (movie)
It was like 11 in the mornin’
Skippin’ school that’s a truancy body
I made me some racks in the mornin’
I had me a pack by the mornin’
I had me some racks by the mornin’
I had a six-pack by the mornin’
I got on a mink on pneumonia
The racks keep me up only Foldgers
I had a pack in my shoulder
You gotta picture me rollin’

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
You gotta picture me rollin’
Pacific ice, I’m an ocean (ocean)
Ready for war like I’m Russia (Russia)
Lady Chanel for the luggage (luggage)
My diamonds they tusslin’ (they tusslin’)
My neck and my belly on ‘Tussin (‘tuss)
They callin’ for me and they rushin’
You wanna be like me and I love it (yeah)
Hundred racks on her draws (yeah)
Big racks, better calm down (yeah)
If you’re gon’ ride, come around (yeah)
Whole squad smokin’ out the pound (yeah)
Squad goals on these hoes (yeah)
Maison Margiella my toes (yeah)
Farrakhan glasses for the chosen (yeah)
You can gon’ get mad (gon’ get mad)
Jumpin’ in the Bent’ with the too-dark tint, and who’s you? (Who’s you?)
My shawty pullin’ up with a real bad bitch
I wanna fuck you too (fuck you too)
Drippin’ my swag, ooh, pop tag, I’m (Mmhhm)
I got a Smith & in the bag now
I get all type of cash, I’m a general true (hey)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I never killed anybody (body)
But I got somethin’ to do with that body (somethin’, just shh)
I got the streets on my back (on my back)
Carry it like I’m movin’ a body (huh)
I told them to shoot a hundred rounds (do-do)
Like he tryna movie the body (movie)
It was like 11 in the mornin’
Skippin’ school that’s a truancy body
I made me some racks in the mornin’
I had me a pack by the mornin’
I had me some racks by the mornin’
I had a six-pack by the mornin’
I got on a mink on pneumonia
The racks keep me up only Foldgers
I had a pack in my shoulder
You gotta picture me rollin’

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
You gotta picture me rollin’, packin’ a semi no colon
Ready for war like Korea, headliner shows out in Poland
You should be cleanin’ my mansion, my past is disgustin’
Why don’t you act like a houseman, and go get to dustin’?
Latex on my draws, bitch, go clean my crown
Can’t hear my haters from way up here, they don’t make a sound
Body goals on these hoes, white paint on my toes
When I send that new bae alert niggas gon’ be mad
Jumpin’ in the Bent’ and I switched to the Ghost like “Who’s you?”
Remember this face ’cause I’m that bitch you gon’ lose to
Drippin’ in ice, fuck you looking at? Screw you
It’s squad goals when all your bitches pretty like new new

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Hey, I never killed anybody (body)
But I got somethin’ to do with that body (somethin’, just shh)
I got the streets on my back (on my back)
Carry it like I’m movin’ a body (huh)
I told them to shoot a hundred rounds (do-do)
Like he tryna movie the body (movie)
It was like 11 in the mornin’
Skippin’ school that’s a truancy body
I made me some racks in the mornin’
I had me a pack by the mornin’
I had me some racks by the mornin’
I had a six-pack by the mornin’
I got on a mink on pneumonia
The racks keep me up only Foldgers
I had a pack in my shoulder
You gotta picture me rollin’

[Outro: Nicki Minaj]
Easy Breezy Beautiful Thugger Girls
I said
Easy Breezy Beautiful Thugger Girls

[Intro]
Got me, got me Rollie
Ya can’t even afford it though
Got me, got me, ultra
Gotti got it, uh
Gotti got it

[Chorus]
Came up blood gang, 30 bang, Scum Gang
Big choppa, big thang, let your nuts hang
Who that? Don’t say, BBA change your mood, aye
Anyday, Gotti Gotti, cookin’ up, speed it up
Double cup, xanny cup, booted up, mollied up
Molly up, break it up, cop it, then I serve it up
Give it up, Gotti Gotti

[Verse 1]
Fuck with my day ones
Yeah you know I flooded the chain once
Got the money and I split it with day ones
She ain’t fuck me back when I was lame, nah
Yeah you know I do my dance (do it)
In the club (aye), throwin’ dub
Rack it up (rack it), shake it up
Watch me do it, how it bust it up (up)
I mix it hard, then I hit her with the blicky, uh
So drip it, drip it, drip it, drip it
You ain’t got no money, you can keep her
Bitch, I got my Nina, I’ma squeeze her
If you really wanna meet her, she a greeter
It was really nice to meet ya, I don’t need ya (I don’t need her)
I pray to God that my niggas gon’ eat (I pray to god)
I pray to God that my family gon’ see (I pray to god)
Prayin’ that the lord take a chance with me
Wouldn’t come when I was up
I was on the wrong things
I ain’t silly, ain’t no dumb nigga, are you dumb, nigga?
Are you stayin’ with the pump, nigga? Fuck is up, nigga?
Is you mad? You’s a fuck nigga, I don’t trust niggas
Scum Gang, chew ’em up, nigga, we don’t fuck witcha

[Chorus]
Okay, my blood gang, 30 bang, scum gang
Big choppa, big thang, let your nuts hang
Who that? Don’t say, BBA change your mood, aye
Anyday, Gotti got it, cookin’ up, speed it up
Double cup, Xanny cup, booted up, mollied up
Molly up, break it up, cop it, then I serve it up
Give it up, Gotti Gotti

[Post-Chorus]
Gotti got it
Who, who really with the money, money?
Who, who really with the Gotti Gotti?
Who, who really with the money, money?
Ooh, do my things, hit my things
Break these bands, hunnid bands on my thing
Mollied up, molly up, get it up
Cop it, then I serve it up
Give it up, really with the Gotti, Gotti

[Outro]
Who, who really with the Gotti, Gotti?
Who, who really with the—

Part I: Money Trees Remix

[Chorus]
Me and my niggas stayin’ hungry, ya bish, ya bish
Out here workin’ for our money, you bitch, you bitch
Niggas prayin’ I fall off, ya wish, ya wish
Gettin’ full off success, no dish, no dish

[Verse]
I want gold models with gold bottles
Two fast cars at full throttle to drive me through my fantasies, uh
I need good rhymes, no dried lines
And 30 cups of red wine to understand my destiny
See me I’m floatin’ in the ocean
Never coastin’, they can’t hold him
Fast life in the slow lane
Running’through the bread so fast they say I’m loafin’
Came up from the bottom
Young kids, we didn’t really even have no options
Now thots be thottin’ and all of you foo foo niggas plottin’
Came up from a came up
Lil Skies done changed up
But I’m still on the same team
Doin’ things y’all afraid of
I-I’ve been workin’ hard, but I’m still learnin’
I-I don’t get no sleep, now my head hurtin’

[Chorus]
We tryna get it, ya bish, ya bish
Out here workin’ for my team, ya dig? Ya dig?
Niggas hatin’ ’cause Lil Skies
I be grindin’ and I’m just not like you other guys

[Outro]
Ya bish, ya bish, ya bish
And we go, and we go
16 16’s nigga

Part II: All of My Remix

[Verse]
Look, okay I’m all about my peso, nigga who are you?
Always gotta hustle so I watch where I move
The bills past due, the money on the table
We couldn’t pay for cable, now all my niggas stable
I used to sell shoes, I used to sell hats
I tried to make that come up, but never ever trapped
These niggas straight wack so I can’t trust ’em
Turn a good girl bad, had to adjust ’em
Money, power, fashion, my only motivation
Niggas tryna test me, deep down they hatin’
People quick to judge me, somethin’ like I’m Satan
I’ve been at the bottom but I’m patiently awaitin’
To smash you nigga, I’ma nigga trash you nigga
You be rappin’ like you nice, boy you ass, my nigga
Ask around boy, they tell you Lil Skies that nigga
I been grindin’ too hard to come in last my nigga
So I go, spittin’ rhymes, they dope
Levitate and I flow
Greatness they know
I’m a prodigy
Probably rocking everybody in the crowd
And I’m known to be wild so I’ma be here for a while
Chambersburg born legend
I’m bringin’ niggas down like 9/11
And my verses pop off like MAC-11s

[Outro]
Uh, and it’s love
Uh, shout out to P.A
717
Here we go
Team watch me win
I feel like 50 man
16 16’s in 16 days
Yeah, uh-huh

[Intro]
I hope you figure it out

[Verse 1: Bas]
Shine black man melanin gold
I hope you never get old
Keep your youthful spirit
I know the world do fear it
You’re the tip of the spear
And with our dyin’ breaths I bet the world gon’ hear it, look
I been saving money for my taxes
Bassy keep on jumpin’ through these brackets
I got 20 bitches coming back to the crib
I make sure my niggas’ got some racks, what you need?
They gon’ shoot through niggas’ like it’s practice
I just make the money run some laps
Every times I pass go see the cash grow
We don’t even act cordial we assholes
Bitches in my lasso, is that so?
That’s word to my last hoe, I’m that cold
Runnin’ through the town a black soul
My past froze twenty-nine times over
Look I have seen more than my time
Lived 9 lives for about twenty cats over I told ya
Everything you’ve done I done, overdid, I’m over it
Nigga Dreamville the whole coast how we shouldered it?
Them boys stale like toast when it’s overdid
I hope they quit for real
But if they don’t I got a million joints
I got the flow in pocket, the emoji rocket how I’m outta here
A lot of em’ sound like they in a talent show
So I give ’em something to remember like the Alamo
Tally-ho! A high Joker like a Spades game
Keeping both eyes open wide rain man
Crew high on that fuck your life drank man
We slide in the bucket like paint
Never gave a fuck, fuck what you might think
Ran up in the club ’till they sent the lights in
Had to tell the owner please let the lights dim
Five more minutes see me a nice slim
Thick bitch with the you me and my grin
Tell her bring the crew you me and my friends
See where the night end with the right guy
Trust me and my kin, speak with the right pen
Creep like the lightning in the night sky
Go deep Janet Jackson, we back to back in
Black SUV’s, black tints would you look at that?
I’m booby trapped in your fluid black skin
No groupie action, your bougie accent
You’re truly classic, girl we outta here

[Bridge: Bas]
Bas, it’s Bassy
Queens nigga with the Fiends nigga
Got the bean waitin’ in the pocket ooh

[Verse 2: Bas]
I asked P, what’s poppin’?
He said we are nigga, trips to DR nigga
Got the borough jumpin’ like it’s J.R. Smith
Know a couple niggas’ let the A-R spit
Got no interest what you say y’all did
Only where y’all live
Smokin’ blunts ’cause that’s the way I live
And where I live?
Niggas dyin’ front of their shorty, wives
And their brother’s ride on the other side
Every death is like a 100 lives
Flatlined from the black nine
I could feel the pressure multiplying
Make you feel like ain’t no hope in trying
But we always trying
All this blood I bet it float to sea and wash out
‘Cause they don’t want you to see but watch out
Nigga watch out

[Outro: Corry C + sample]
See I want you to see
I’ve been through so many things
Things ain’t always what they seem
Hope you get the message
I hope you figure it out
Now I’m right where I belong
Had to let it go
All the pain I was holding on
Now I get the message
I had to figure it out

You got to feel the music, do you understand?
It takes you higher and higher

[Verse 1: Janelle Monáe]
Pink like the inside of your, baby
Pink behind all of the doors, crazy
Pink like the tongue that goes down, maybe
Pink like the paradise found
Pink when you’re blushing inside, baby
Pink is the truth you can’t hide, maybe
Pink like the folds of your brain, crazy
Pink as we all go insane

[Pre-Chorus: Janelle Monáe]
So, here we are in the car
Leaving traces of us down the boulevard
I wanna fall through the stars
Getting lost in the dark is my favourite part
Let’s count the ways we could make this last forever
Sunny, money, keep it funky
Touch your top and let it down

[Chorus: Janelle Monáe]
Ah, yeah
Some like that
Ah, ah
Some like that
Ah, yeah
Some like that
‘Cause boy it’s cool if you got blue
We got the pink

[Verse 2: Janelle Monáe]
Pink like the lips around your, maybe
Pink like the skin that’s under, baby
Pink where it’s deepest inside, crazy
Pink beyond forest and thighs
Pink like the secrets you hide, maybe
Pink like the lid of your eye, baby
Pink is where all of it starts, crazy
Pink like the halls of your heart

[Pre-Chorus: Janelle Monáe & Grimes]
So, here we are in the car
Leaving traces of us down the boulevard
I wanna fall through the stars
Getting lost in the dark is my favourite part
Let’s count the ways we could make this last forever
Sunny, money, keep it funky
Touch your top and let it down

[Chorus: Janelle Monáe & Grimes]
Ah, yeah
Some like that
Ah, ah
Some like that
Ooh, yeah
Some like that
‘Cause boy it’s cool if you got blue
We got the pink, huh
Yeah, some like that
Oh, some like that
Yeah, some like that
‘Cause boy it’s cool if you got blue
We got the pink

[Verse 3: Janelle Monáe]
Pink like the inside of your, baby (we’re all just pink)
Pink like the walls and the doors, maybe (deep inside, we’re all just pink)
Pink like your fingers in my, maybe
Pink is the truth you can’t hide
Pink like your tongue going round, baby
Pink like the sun going down, maybe
Pink like the holes in your heart, baby
Pink is my favourite part