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[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

[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
Not enough love to go around
What a waste of a day
A 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

Gu-Gucci flip flops
Fuck it, hit your bitch in my socks
This a big watch
Diamonds drippin’ off of the clock
Pull the sticks out
Winter time, droppin’ the top
Give it to they n*gger ass
Turn this sh*t up a notch
Gucci flip flops (f*ck it)
Make it kick rocks (bust it)
This a big clock
Check the wrist watch (check it)
Gucci flip flops
Fuck it, hit your bitch in my socks (bust it)
This a big watch
Diamonds drippin’ off of the clock (off of the clock)

[Verse 1: Bhad Bhabie]
Bhad Bhabie got these bitches bussin’ for cash
Do the dash, try to play me, bitch, I’m bussin’ yo’ ass
Lotta gun sounds, Rollie, bust down
Know why these bitches mad
‘Cause they trash and they f*ckin’ for cash (cash)
Too official, blow the whistle, bitch, I’m fly as a bird (brrr)
Take a picture, get your issue, bitch the diamond worth
Walk in the bank, f*ck it up
Pokin’ that bitch with a shank, f*ck it up (f*ck it up)
I bought the lil bitch a bag
Make it double back and clear up her tab (yah)

[Chorus: Bhad Bhabie & Lil Yachty]
Gu-Gucci flip flops
Fuck it, hit your bitch in my socks
This a big watch
Diamonds drippin’ off of the clock
Pull the sticks out
Winter time, droppin’ the top
Give it to they n*gger ass
Turn this sh*t up a notch
Gucci flip flops (f*ck it)
Make it kick rocks (bust it)
This a big clock
Check the wrist watch (check it)
Gucci flip flops
Fuck it, hit your bitch in my socks (bust it)
This a big watch (Lil Boat)
Diamonds drippin’ off of the clock (off of the clock)

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
I got big guap, n*gger, yeah, I’m real rich (yeah)
6 cars, 2 houses and I’m still rich (uh)
Think it’s sweet?
One call, hit the Killswitch (boom)
Booby cool, I ain’t worried ’bout yo’ lil bitch, nigga
That lil chain that you rockin’
That’s so little to me
Talkin’ sh*t but want a verse?
That’s a riddle to me
Can’t f*ck the bitch ’til she got her virginity (whoo, yeah)
‘Cause then she gon’ really be into me (whoo, yeah)
.223 shots, I might run for the enemies (ah)
Put a few holes in his kidneys (whoo, Lil Boat)

[Chorus: Bhad Bhabie]
Gu-Gucci flip flops
Fuck it, hit your bitch in my socks
This a big watch
Diamonds drippin’ off of the clock
Pull the sticks out
Winter time, droppin’ the top
Give it to they n*gger ass
Turn this sh*t up a notch
Gucci flip flops (f*ck it)
Make it kick rocks (bust it)
This a big clock
Check the wrist watch (check it)
Gucci flip flops
Fuck it, hit your bitch in my socks (bust it)
This a big watch
Diamonds drippin’ off of the clock (off of the clock)