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[Intro: Charlie Puth]
Why are we looking down
On our sisters and brothers?
Isn’t love, all that we got?
Don’t we know everyone’s
Got a father and mother?
The day we know we’re all the same
Together we can make that change

[Verse 1: James Taylor, Both]
Look around there are too many of us crying
And not enough love to go around
What a waste, another day
Another good one dying
But I know that the world will change
The day we know we’re all the same

[Chorus: Charlie Puth]
Why can’t we just get along?
If loving one another’s wrong
Then how are we supposed to
Get close to each other?
We gotta make that change, yeah
Why can’t we just get along?

[Verse 2: James Taylor, Charlie Puth, Both]
What a waste it would be to deny somebody
Of a chance to be theirselves
What a waste it would be if we hurt for nothing?
But I know that the world can change
The day we know we’re all the same

[Chorus: Charlie Puth]
Why can’t we just get along?
If loving one another’s wrong
Then how are we supposed to
Get close to each other?
We gotta make that change, yeah

[Bridge: Charlie Puth]
I know we could break apart
We don’t have to go that way
Not today

[Chorus: Charlie Puth]
Why can’t we just get along?
If loving one another’s wrong
Then how are we supposed to
Get close to yeah
Why can’t we just get along?
If loving one another’s wrong
Then how are we supposed to
Get close to each other?
We gotta make that change, yeah

[Outro: Charlie Puth]
The change, yeah

[Chorus: A.Chal]
Ayy, ayy, wey, qué
Cuànto, tanto, vamos, vamos
Ayy, ayy, wey, qué
Cuànto, tanto, vamos, vamos
Ayy, ayy, wey, qué
Cuànto, tanto, vamos, vamos
Ayy, ayy, wey, qué
Cuànto, tanto, vamos, vamos (vamonos, vamonos)

[Verse 1: A.Chal]
En una cabana, my necklace de agua
I’m breaking Cubanos, pongo marijuana
Won’t see me mańana, I’m thinking Montana
I’m crossing the border then buyin’ the land up
Bebiendo ‘te romo, tenemo ‘te plomo
Yo soy una estrella, tu eres palomo
El rey de la zona, Gazi amazona
Verde en mi ropa, verde mi aroma
I remember bein’ six
They hit my tío’s spot for a lic
Abuela took me to the side and told me
"Be careful who you let inside"
Gettin’ hot like Belize
Feelin’ like Tony with the fees
Spillin’ Cuervo on the Pyrex
Break it down, tape it, send it on the highway

[Chorus: A.Chal]
Ayy, ayy, wey, qué
Cuànto, tanto, vamos, vamos
Ayy, ayy, wey, qué
Cuànto, tanto, vamos, vamos

[Verse 2: A$AP Nast]
Suc, guap, suc, guap
Used to be actin’ from blocks
Used to mix Sprite with the Wop, ayy
Your bitch, she like me a lot, yeah
Fuck that bitch, she blow my line, ayy
Blow my line, blow my line, yeah
On the phone, plug talk
Licking, spilling, bar walk yeah
Empire, empire
GAZI Gang NY
GAZI Gang NY (Gang)
Come to them, I let it fly (bitch)
Shots fired, shots fired (bow, bow)
Strong arm, Popeye
Wreckin’ shit, recognize
Know they want me penalized
See them hatin’, eagle eye

[Chorus: A.Chal]
Ayy, ayy, wey, qué
Cuànto, tanto, vamos, vamos
Ayy, ayy, wey, qué
Cuànto, tanto, vamos, vamos
Ayy, ayy, wey, qué
Cuànto, tanto, vamos, vamos
Ayy, ayy, wey, qué
Cuànto, tanto, vamos, vamos (vámanos, vámanos)

[Intro: Belly]
Yeah
Mustard on the beat, hoe

[Chorus: Belly]
Thinking you a bad bitch
Really, you just doing bad bitch
Fronted on me when I ain’t had shit
Until I came up like a savage
Foreign girl with a accent (yuh)
She can barely fit that ass in the Aston (it’s true)
You fronted on me when I ain’t had shit (yuh)
Until I came up like a savage
I been up, 4 days
I ain’t even sleep, 4 days
I been comin’ down, 4 days
I would rather dream when I’m awake
Ayy, I ain’t crashed in like 4 days
Liquor got me goin’ more craze
Life directed by Scorsese
I lie and say the world’s yours, babe

[Verse 1: Belly]
I put my mama in a million dollar condo
I just made a million dollars off a convo
My gorilla strapped up like the gun show
Had this motherfucker lookin’ like the congo
Uh, I made it out the jungle
If you hatin’, bet this dick gon’ reach your tonsils
Huh, bitch call me Papa Shango
I’ma beat, beat it up just like a bongo, hey

[Chorus: Belly]
Thinking you a bad bitch
Really, you just doing bad bitch
Fronted on me when I ain’t had shit
Until I came up like a savage
Foreign girl with a accent (yuh)
She can barely fit that ass in the Aston (it’s true)
You fronted on me when I ain’t had shit (yuh)
Until I came up like a savage
I been up, 4 days
I ain’t even sleep, 4 days
I been comin’ down, 4 days
I would rather dream when I’m awake
Ayy, I ain’t crashed in like 4 days
Liquor got me goin’ more craze
Life directed by Scorsese
I lie and say the world’s yours, babe

[Verse 2: YG]
Belly, what’s brackin’?
You fronted on me, fr-fr-fronted on me
That’s the worse you could do when you done it on me
I fucked your friends ’cause you used to fuck my homies
She told her friends, "That nigga stunted on me"
Pull off in that Lambo
Burnin’ rubber and my eyes low (bitch, back the fuck up)
I tell her she can fuck up my life
Just don’t fuck up my cash flow
Walk up in this bitch, Louis, Gucci, lil Prada
Went from none to somethin’, been like tada
When you hear how I ball, don’t call
This is not your cheese, you get nada
You did me wrong when I ain’t had shit
Got done like Ellie, you a bad bitch
I used to sleep on mattress
Now I got ex hoes on my tracklist

[Chorus: Belly]
Thinking you a bad bitch
Really, you just doing bad bitch
Fronted on me when I ain’t had shit
Until I came up like a savage
Foreign girl with a accent (yuh)
She can barely fit that ass in the Aston (it’s true)
You fronted on me when I ain’t had shit (yuh)
Until I came up like a savage
I been up, 4 days
I ain’t even sleep, 4 days
I been comin’ down, 4 days
I would rather dream when I’m awake
Ayy, I ain’t crashed in like 4 days
Liquor got me goin’ more craze
Life directed by Scorsese
I lie and say the world’s yours, babe

[Intro: Trouble]
Let do it
Money man
Go get your money man, go get that
Go for that shit now, go get your money man
Mike Will Made-it, bitch

[Pre-Chorus: Trouble]
Ounces in my mothafuckin’ pantry (yeah)
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancin’, yeah
Just dropped some bandos on some glasses, yeah
Just dropped your bitch off, man, that hoe so nasty
Huh, all about that paper, can’t miss a beat, yeah
I’ma get some cho-cho, one thing ’bout me, yeah
Gossip all that hoe shit, miss me with that
I could put you frontline, just bring it back

[Chorus: Trouble]
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Don’t wanna have to chase you down ’bout them stack
‘Cause I will blow ya back, bring it back, this ho here throw it back

[Verse 1: Trouble]
Yeah, tryna show me that she ’bout it
‘Bout it, ’bout it, yeah, shawty ’bout it, ’bout it, yeah
Take the charger, bad lil shawty, say she ’bout it
I gotta come for you, you shot at my lil’ partner though
The loud wild off the gate, don’t need your molly
As a git, you scraped the candy, Mr. Charlie
Nowadays I ride a foreign by Mr. Charlie
I got the game down now, sorry Mr. Charlie
Aye, she say you so mothafuckin’ hood
But you ain’t no mothafuckin’ good
Might be right, gift and a curse, I take it all as blessin’
Know you fuckin’ with a real one though, no question (no doubt)
Partna you gon’ get spent doin’ all that flexin’
So many of us shootin’ you straight, ain’t no pressure
Hatin’ on that man won’t do you no blessin’
Tryna teach a young nigga flexin’
Wanna go to war, but you ain’t got no money
Worry ’bout these hoes and you ain’t got no money
Mike Will Made-It
Big Trouble, baby

[Pre-Chorus: Trouble]
Ounces in my mothafuckin’ pantry (yeah)
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancin’, yeah
Just dropped some bandos on some glasses, yeah
Just dropped your bitch off, man, that hoe so nasty
Huh, all about that paper, can’t miss a beat, yeah
I’ma get some cho-cho, one thing ’bout me, yeah
Gossip all that hoe shit, miss me with that
I could put you frontline, just bring it back

[Chorus: Trouble]
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Don’t wanna have to chase you down ’bout them stack
‘Cause I will blow ya back, bring it back, it’s on here, throw it back, damn

[Verse 2: Drake & Trouble]
Yeah, I don’t play no games boy, I’m at your head (at your head)
All about the family, niggas took the pledge (took that shit)
Now you gotta own up to that shit you said
You can’t push us to the edge, Trouble from the edge
Hit the gas and we outta there
Do it for the six, because we started there (started)
I got a girl that used to ride around with ‘Pac an’ them (‘Pac)
I gotta get it, you came from my lil partner then (fuck)
Yeah, Richard Mille, heavy on the watch (bitch)
Extra million just to see the Maybach drop (drop, drop)
Crest white smile on my face
Once I get to snappin’ ain’t nobody safe (nobody)
Reality gon’ hit ya or we gon’ hit ya
Either way if they was with ya, they goin’ with ya
Mike WiLL Made-It (Mike WiLL)
Me and Big Trouble baby (DTE)

[Pre-Chorus: Trouble]
Ounces in my mothafuckin’ pantry (yeah)
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancin’, yeah
Just dropped some bandos on some glasses, yeah
Just dropped your bitch off, man, that hoe so nasty
Huh, all about that paper, can’t miss a beat, yeah
I’ma get some cho-cho, one thing ’bout me, yeah
Gossip all that hoe shit, miss me with that
I could put you frontline, just bring it back

[Chorus: Trouble]
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Don’t wanna have to chase you down ’bout them stack
‘Cause I will blow ya back, bring it back, it’s on here, throw it back

[Intro: Trouble]
Let do it
Money man
Go get your money man, go get that
Go for that shit now, go get your money man
Mike Will Made-it, bitch

[Pre-Chorus: Trouble]
Ounces in my mothafuckin’ pantry (yeah)
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancin’, yeah
Just dropped some bandos on some glasses, yeah
Just dropped your bitch off, man, that hoe so nasty
Huh, all about that paper, can’t miss a beat, yeah
I’ma get some cho-cho, one thing ’bout me, yeah
Gossip all that hoe shit, miss me with that
I could put you frontline, just bring it back

[Chorus: Trouble]
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Don’t wanna have to chase you down ’bout them stack
‘Cause I will blow ya back, bring it back, this ho here throw it back

[Verse 1: Trouble]
Yeah, tryna show me that she ’bout it
‘Bout it, ’bout it, yeah, shawty ’bout it, ’bout it, yeah
Take the charger, bad lil shawty, say she ’bout it
I gotta come for you, you shot at my lil’ partner though
The loud wild off the gate, don’t need your molly
As a git, you scraped the candy, Mr. Charlie
Nowadays I ride a foreign by Mr. Charlie
I got the game down now, sorry Mr. Charlie
Aye, she say you so mothafuckin’ hood
But you ain’t no mothafuckin’ good
Might be right, gift and a curse, I take it all as blessin’
Know you fuckin’ with a real one though, no question (no doubt)
Partna you gon’ get spent doin’ all that flexin’
So many of us shootin’ you straight, ain’t no pressure
Hatin’ on that man won’t do you no blessin’
Tryna teach a young nigga flexin’
Wanna go to war, but you ain’t got no money
Worry ’bout these hoes and you ain’t got no money
Mike Will Made-It
Big Trouble, baby

[Pre-Chorus: Trouble]
Ounces in my mothafuckin’ pantry (yeah)
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancin’, yeah
Just dropped some bandos on some glasses, yeah
Just dropped your bitch off, man, that hoe so nasty
Huh, all about that paper, can’t miss a beat, yeah
I’ma get some cho-cho, one thing ’bout me, yeah
Gossip all that hoe shit, miss me with that
I could put you frontline, just bring it back

[Chorus: Trouble]
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Don’t wanna have to chase you down ’bout them stack
‘Cause I will blow ya back, bring it back, it’s on here, throw it back, damn

[Verse 2: Drake & Trouble]
Yeah, I don’t play no games boy, I’m at your head (at your head)
All about the family, niggas took the pledge (took that shit)
Now you gotta own up to that shit you said
You can’t push us to the edge, Trouble from the edge
Hit the gas and we outta there
Do it for the six, because we started there (started)
I got a girl that used to ride around with ‘Pac an’ them (‘Pac)
I gotta get it, you came from my lil partner then (fuck)
Yeah, Richard Mille, heavy on the watch (bitch)
Extra million just to see the Maybach drop (drop, drop)
Crest white smile on my face
Once I get to snappin’ ain’t nobody safe (nobody)
Reality gon’ hit ya or we gon’ hit ya
Either way if they was with ya, they goin’ with ya
Mike WiLL Made-It (Mike WiLL)
Me and Big Trouble baby (DTE)

[Pre-Chorus: Trouble]
Ounces in my mothafuckin’ pantry (yeah)
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancin’, yeah
Just dropped some bandos on some glasses, yeah
Just dropped your bitch off, man, that hoe so nasty
Huh, all about that paper, can’t miss a beat, yeah
I’ma get some cho-cho, one thing ’bout me, yeah
Gossip all that hoe shit, miss me with that
I could put you frontline, just bring it back

[Chorus: Trouble]
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Don’t wanna have to chase you down ’bout them stack
‘Cause I will blow ya back, bring it back, it’s on here, throw it back