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(perfomed by Nelly)

[Intro – Nelly]
Dirty E & T
We All We Got
Startracks on the G-M-B

[Verse:]
I’m not the man sittin’ next to the man
But I’m the man sittin’ wonderin if I’ma ever see you again
If imma ever get the chance to hug and squeeze you again…
I swear I’ll leave you again
You ain’t gotta worry bout it (Woo)
Dirty is super man
I run up in you, “man and all”, I ain’t no minute man
A G-4 headin’ straight for Switzerland
Or independent 8-Mile down to Michigan
She so thick (man) an S-T-L Hottie
Aqua bottom demin
The flyest thang in the party
Baby last name could it be Mo-Lotte?
Got mo’ back than she got body (Eh!)
Fall back, get ‘Cris and tree it up
Tomorrow hit the mall
And ‘Christian D it up
Credit card to the max
Come Back!
I re. It up
If I’m movin’ too fast fo’ ya
Hurry to speed it up
Or ease up, whichever one you prefer
We yellow diamonds or the whites
Whichever one you prefer
Cali we do the drop
New York we do the furr
Easy Coast West Coast whichever one you prefer!

[Chorus:]
(If I could…)
Take you…
Around the world…
(Take you around that w-orld
Then shorty would you be my girl…)
Hey
(Would you be my?)
Buy you cars (Woo), credit cards (Woo)
Big jewelry with diamonds, girl
(Woo, would you still be my girl?)
Hey
(Would you be my?)

[Verse 2:]
Not wit’ me yet but I could have a rock
I’m a different kindda’ balla’ baby, feel or not (Feel or not)
Yea I’m a playa’ and I crush a lot
I also puff a lot
But I’ll stop if you fuss a lot
Err-thing I done done you ain’t satisfied
And you don’t wanna’ answer to my “Who’s?” and my “Why’s?” (Eh)
Just loan me back my keys to my cl55
Better hurry the bus leave at 7: 55 (55)
We off that
Take you to the field, ma
Let you ride horse back
Yea I’m 50 miles from the arch and all that
But from the bedroom, balcony, you can see all that
I can see you pointin’ now like
“What do you call that?”
Got all these damn cars
“Where the hell do ya’ park at?”
We used to ask “What it cost?”
Now it ain’t no more a’that
I made it so ya’ own mama call ya a spoiled brat
(It’s all crap)

[Chorus:]
(If I could…)
Take you…
Around the world…
(Take you around that w-orld
Then shorty would you be my girl…)
Hey
(Would you be my?)
Buy you cars (Woo), credit cards (Woo)
Big jewelry with diamonds, girl
(Woo, would you still be my girl?)
Hey
(Would you be my?)

[Verse 3:]
Take you (take you)
Girl if I couldn’t
Take you (take you)
If I couldn’t
Take you around the world
Tell me would you still be my girl?
If I couldn’t
Take you (tale you)
Now way to
Take you (take you)
Girl if I couldn’t
Take you around the world
Tell me would you still be my girl?

[Chorus – Repeat until fadeout]
(If I could…)
Take you…
Around the world…
(Take you around that w-orld
Then shorty would you be my girl…)
Hey
(Would you be my?)
Buy you cars (Woo), credit cards (Woo)
Big jewelry with diamonds, girl
(Woo, would you still be my girl?)
Hey
(Would you be my?)

(feat. Offset of Migos)

[Intro: Quavo]
DJ Durel!

[Hook: Offset]
How you fit a quarter in a mattress
Get the brick and transport it through the [?]
Choppa longer than my arm, who want static
Diamonds got my wrist slit off the glasses
We got acres of cabbage
Surprised a nigga ride up on him on the [?]
We got Ks in the attic
Try to run off with a birdie, kill your daddy
How you fit a quarter in a mattress
Get the brick and transport it through the [?]
Choppa longer than my arm, who want static
Diamonds got my wrist slit off the glasses
We got acres of cabbage
Surprised a nigga ride up on him on the [?]
We got Ks in the attic
Try to run off with a birdie, kill your daddy

[Verse 1: Offset]
[?] having bass like a [?]
Throwing up the north that’s the hizzood
Pinky on froze that’s the blizzard
Pouring up a five that’s the sizzurp
Fuck her on the thot get rid of her
Yank on the dick that’s the
Freakazoid this a ice pup
Bentley been taken red guts
Throw that bitch away cause she a mutt
Fool hold a chopper on the clutch
I hold a couple mill you holding nuts
I’m on that Adderall the Chris Tucker rush
I need the Patek cause my dripping like the flood
Got a stash for the fire under the clutch
Niggas mad that I’m rich they got a grudge
Cool Maserati on my pinky
They think I’m ‘luminati I’m a [?]
Smoking nothing but Scotty got it reeking
Water on my neck to sink Lincoln
Feed the bitch meat kept vegan
I ain’t throwing something throwing [?]
I’ma fuck a thot without greeting it
Bye bye it was nice to meet the bitch

[Hook: Offset]
How you fit a quarter in a mattress
Get the brick and transport it through the [?]
Choppa longer than my arm, who want static
Diamonds got my wrist slit off the glasses
We got acres of cabbage
Surprised a nigga ride up on him on the [?]
We got Ks in the attic
Try to run off with a birdie, kill your daddy
How you fit a quarter in a mattress
Get the brick and transport it through the [?]
Choppa longer than my arm, who want static
Diamonds got my wrist slit off the glasses
We got acres of cabbage
Surprised a nigga ride up on him on the [?]
We got Ks in the attic
Try to run off with a birdie, kill your daddy

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
I done made the Forbes list last year
Made a mill I’m a dog like Shaggy
Blew up fast out the trenches
Call me 21 Savage
Diamond hitting hard move back they’ll jab you
Trapping overseas got too big for the Saks Fifth
Green Lamborghini on the way it’s the fast one
Got the bitch from Offset, Takeoff then I passed her
I believe in Jesus fear of God on my jacket
Catch them down bad we gon’ smash we gon’ [?] ’em
He give me the cash then I’m going out the back door
Word is I’m the one that’s still trapping out the bando
Flew this bitch in from LA for a day then I nut on her face, now she gone by the way
Ain’t got too much to say don’t do pillow talking
Got some killers with me, they came from Milwaukee
And my neck on the flood like I’m from New Orleans
Drop the dope in the pot hope it take to water
Praying hoping Jose make it from the border
I’m your son-in-law, [?] and fucked your daughter
I’m the head of my army got my troops in order
Got a million put up if I need a lawyer
Louis man-bag and it hold a quarter
Nigga get the fuck back ain’t got nothing for you

[Hook: Offset]
How you fit a quarter in a mattress
Get the brick and transport it through the [?]
Choppa longer than my arm, who want static
Diamonds got my wrist slit off the glasses
We got acres of cabbage
Surprised a nigga ride up on him on the [?]
We got Ks in the attic
Try to run off with a birdie, kill your daddy
How you fit a quarter in a mattress
Get the brick and transport it through the [?]
Choppa longer than my arm, who want static
Diamonds got my wrist slit off the glasses
We got acres of cabbage
Surprised a nigga ride up on him on the [?]
We got Ks in the attic
Try to run off with a birdie, kill your daddy

(feat. Gunna)

[Intro]
Cook that shit up Quay

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
I’m getting paid
Cartier glasses they sit on my face
I ain’t throwin shade
I’m getting money, I ain’t in the way
I stay out the way
Free all my dogs till they get out the cage
I’m having my way
Running through hundreds and millions a day
They know how to play
Yeah I’m the one you can see on my face
A mil in my safe
Everywhere I go I keep me a K
I’m getting paid
Cartier glasses they sit on my face
I ain’t throwin shade
I’m getting money, I ain’t in the way

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
We just be balling like Odell
I got your hoe on my coat tail
She in her feeling but oh well
We got em pants from wholesale
Running through thots in the hotel
Give em couple of hundreds for toe nails
Only time I’m crowdin (?)
They can say it was vacuum sealed with no smell
I was sitting in jail with no bail
I was sitting in prison getting no mail
My nigga switching up on me I don’t care
They got jack shit on him he won’t tell
06 Vette, ridin the fast lane (?)
Im on that red
Pourin it up with most disrespect
Forgiato on my cars now
I been fuckin round with the stars now
5 stars for my lineup
Give these nigga a chance but they time us
Switch the hustle, I did get the grind up
In the spot hundred dollars the lineup
Only big homie niggas can line us
Stickin dick in this bitch cause she fine

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
I’m getting paid
Cartier glasses they sit on my face
I ain’t throwin shade
I’m getting money, I ain’t in the way
I stay out the way
Free all my dogs till they get out the cage
I’m having my way
Running through hundreds and millions a day
They know how to play
Yeah I’m the one you can see on my face
A mil in my safe
Everywhere I go I keep me a K
I’m getting paid
Cartier glasses they sit on my face
I ain’t throwin shade
I’m getting money, I ain’t in the way

[Verse 2: Gunna]
I can’t stop the money keep calling
VVS on my collar
Caught a body trying to dead (?)
Way she suck she a head doctor
Diggin in I got her legs lockin
Super trendy got Chanel stockings
I ain’t never had to fantasize
YSL we come and change the climate
Rode with twenty thousand one out of Onyx
(?)
I got shooters in the trunk right behind me
I got spots like a cheetah won’t find me
Young Gunna fell in love with these diamonds
Pressure god only rocking the finest
I done told you the crew almighty
It’s my time I gotta remind you
If you my dog I gotta ride with you
I got you dog on whatever the issue
Free my dogs out of prison I miss you
Fuck the laws and whoever against
Know the plug I don’t go through the middle
Showing love it could all be so simple
I’m a giant remember I used to be little
Getting paid, I don’t need no credentials

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
I’m getting paid
Cartier glasses they sit on my face
I ain’t throwin shade
I’m getting money, I ain’t in the way
I stay out the way
Free all my dogs till they get out the cage
I’m having my way
Running through hundreds and millions a day
They know how to play
Yeah I’m the one you can see on my face
A mil in my safe
Everywhere I got I keep me a K
I’m getting paid
Cartier glasses they sit on my face
I ain’t throwin shade
I’m getting money, I ain’t in the way

[Intro]
Southside on the track, yeah
Southside
Southside
Yeah
Strapped

[Chorus]
I just got some stupid dome from this hoe from the Southside
Long live Troup, my OG man, that nigga from the Southside
Shout out Deezy and them loc’s who crippin’ on the Southside
I get bags in for the low and send them to the Southside
Yeah, I’m sellin’ coke for real
I put the “d” in dope for real
Saint Laurent on my coat for real
That Draco, that Draco
I’m with the reds in Clayco
Shoutout to Clayhead, that nigga a real one
We had them bands in the neighborhood

[Verse 1]
Temp fade, new J’s
All day, catch plays
White tee, dope boy
Move that dope, boy
Trappin’ out a bando
Servin’ out a window
Tryna run our mills up
That’s what we pay the rent for
Fuck it up in the Gucci store, them M’s in
Bad bitch lookin’ like Bernice, I call her Slim Jim
I just want push start on my car
Shoutout the hood, they know I’m a god
They know we bang wherever we are
I just took these cuts on stage
Look at these VVS’s in my chain
I’m doing better, I can’t even complain
Bought it plain, then I blew out the brain
Birkin bag, make the bitch go insane
With the gang, I ain’t switchin’ the name
Paper tag, got me switchin’ these lanes
Do anything to get me some chains
These niggas be fuckin’ for fame

[Chorus]
I just got some stupid dome from this hoe from the Southside
Long live Troup, my OG man, that nigga from the Southside
Shout out Deezy and them loc’s who crippin’ on the Southside
I get bags in for the low and send them to the Southside
Yeah, I’m sellin’ coke for real
I put the “d” in dope for real
Saint Laurent on my coat for real
That Draco, that Draco
I’m with the reds in Clayco
Shoutout to Clayhead, that nigga a real one
We had them bands in the neighborhood

[Verse 2]
I’m doing shit that they wishing they could
I’m the first one, brought my Wraith through the hood
They hated on me, but it’s still all good
Draco on me, and it’s still all wood
I’m on probation, they let off a fool
They on my drip, tryna see what I do
They takin’ notes, tryna study my moves
They tryna do what I do
All-Star weekend, I was gettin’ the pack in
Heard you got your shit took, nigga you lackin’
Big body Benz “beep, beep” when it back in
Real street niggas buyin’ bags with the backends
These niggas ain’t authentic, they actin’
And I ain’t get to the money, they cappin’
What happened?
I thought you was a real one?
Solitary stones in my ear, these the clear ones
These diamonds dancin’ too loud in my ear, so I don’t hear them
My homie got the stick, I got the glizzy
We don’t fear them
These niggas don’t wanna play with us
I swear that we gon’ kill them

[Chrous]
I just got some stupid dome from this hoe from the Southside
Long live Troup, my OG man, that nigga from the Southside
Shout out Deezy and them Lo’s who crippin’ on the Southside
I get bags in for the low and send them to the Southside
Yeah, I’m sellin’ coke for real
I put the “d” in dope for real
Saint Laurent on my coat for real
That Draco, that Draco
I’m with the reds in Clayco
Shoutout to Clayhead, that nigga a real one
We had them bands in the neighborhood
Strapped

(feat. Young Thug)

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
I can’t wait around for nobody, I need it right now
I might buy that car if it made the right sound
Solitare ear ring bling from a mile away
I can’t do what she want me to do, she tryna take my child away
I think my past tryna haunt me (haunt me)
What do everybody want from me? What do everybody want from me?
What do everybody want from me? (from me)
I gotta give it to ’em, if I don’t
I might go to the hood, I’ll make a song
Turn the trap spot to the studio

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
I’m tryna make a way for my folks
Seein’ [?] I’m their only hope
I gotta get it, I ain’t got time to play
Ain’t got no time to waste
I’ve been havin’ nightmares about goin’ back to jail, so I wake up
Drankin’ all this lean, poppin’ Adderall so I can stay up
Niggas that I used to love actin’ like they’re mad ’cause I got my cake up
Ain’t gon’ never let it get to a nigga, keep on grindin’, gotta get another million
Condo on Peachtree, I paid the rent for the closet
They just wanna talk about my past, they don’t wanna accept the fact that I’m a boss
Everything I wanted, I’ma go and get it, I ain’t trippin’ ’bout a cost, yeah
Everybody want a piece of the winnings, they’re never there when you’re lost
Seen my main man try to cross me, I’m tryna pass it down to my offspring
All these hoes see me flossing, seen my first mil’, felt awesome
They can’t follow me, I lost ’em
Had to boss up, so I bossed up
Now I’m bossed up

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
I can’t wait around for nobody, I need it right now
I might buy that car if it made the right sound
Solitare ear ring bling from a mile away
I can’t do what she want me to do, she tryna take my child away
I think my past tryna haunt me (haunt me)
What do everybody want from me? What do everybody want from me?
What do everybody want from me? (from me)
I gotta give it to ’em, if I don’t
I might go to the hood, I’ll make a song
Turn the trap spot to the studio

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
She gotta be piped up to feel my emphasis
She hot, yeah, she sizzlin’, but can’t love her more than the studio
Serena and Venus, yeah most of my chains tennis
So I wore it all to the studio (studio)
My baby mama got pregnant, had to buy a bitch a car to get an abortion
She just wanna see tears and sad faces on my shorty
But I can’t get mad, that’s the way it goes when you’re fortunate
Leave a million cash in the street, nigga, better not touch it (on God)
Act like they came to lay hands so their trust don’t get busted (no cap)
Straight from [?] to Hillsboro (Hillsboro)
Birds, bless the J’s on that cizzurb
Ridin’ in the Lambo that the lil’ kids say “Bingo” to
My last two years were the worst ones in my career, but I’m still rich as you
Disneyland’s where your kids go, on a private jet when I’m into you (when I’m into you)
Them lil’ bitches that be hatin’ need to pipe down (pipe down)

[Chorus: Lil Baby with Young Thug]
I can’t wait around for nobody, I need it right now
I might buy that car if it made the right sound
Solitare ear ring bling from a mile away
I can’t do what she want me to do, she tryna take my child away
I think my past tryna haunt me (haunt me)
What do everybody want from me? What do everybody want from me?
What do everybody want from me? (from me)
I gotta give it to ’em, if I don’t
I might go to the hood, I’ll make a song
Turn the trap spot to the studio