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[Intro: Desiigner]
(Hmm)
Fall off (hmm)
I fall off (hmm)
I fall off, fall off (hmm)
Fall in buildings (hmm)
I fall in billions (hmm)
I fall in trillions, fall off (hmm)
I fall off, oh no (hmm)

[Chorus: Desiigner]
I fall in buildings (fall in buildings)
I fall in billions (fall in billions)
I fall in millions (fall in millions)
I fall in trillions (f-f-fall in trillions)
See they suicidal (‘cidal)
They ain’t on the killin’ (on the killin’)
They can write the hatin’ (write the hatin’)
They ain’t on adrenaline (fallin’, yeah)
I fall in buildings (fall in buildings)
I fall in millions (fall in millions)
I fall in trillions (fall in trillions)
I fall in trillions (f-f-fallin’, yeah)
See they suicidal (‘cidal)
They ain’t on the killin’ (on the killin’)
They can write the hatin’ (write the hatin’)
They ain’t on adrenaline (fallin’, yeah)
I’m fallin’ off

[Verse 1: Desiigner]
Tryna hold on the ledge, I’m fallin’ off (fallin’ off, fallin’ off)
Life Desiigner, I’m just walkin’, I’m walkin’ off
Young nigga by the mic and I’m talkin’ off, got my walk-in on
I fall in buildings (fall in buildings)
Tryna hold on the ledge, I’m fallin’ off (yeah, I’m fallin’, fallin’ off)
Life, designer’s on me I’m just walkin’, I’m walkin’ off (walkin’ off, walkin’ off)
Young nigga by the mic and I’m talkin’ off (yeah, I’m talkin’ off)
Yeah, I’m walkin’ off, walkin’ on

[Chorus: Desiigner]
I fall in buildings (fall in buildings)
I fall in billions (fall in billions)
I fall in millions (fall in millions)
I fall in trillions (f-f-fall in trillions)
See they suicidal (‘cidal)
They ain’t on the killin’ (on the killin’)
They can write the hatin’ (write the hatin’)
They ain’t on adrenaline (fallin’, yeah)
I fall in buildings (fall in buildings)
I fall in millions (I fall off)
I fall in trillions (yeah, I’m fallin’ off)
I fall in billions (fallin’ off)
See they suicidal (‘cidal)
They ain’t on the killin’ (on the killin’)
They can write the hatin’ (write the hatin’)
They ain’t on adrenaline (fallin’ off)
I’m fallin’ off

[Verse 2: Desiigner]
All is real, all is really godly
All this in the buildin’
We fuckin’ up shit in the buildin’
We in the buildin’
Put your hands to the ceilin’, keep your hands on the ceilin’
Tell people who the real me
Show people what the real is (real is)
Show people what the deal is (deal is, what the deal is)
All that’s for real
Long life that’s heal
I got the money, I’m going crazy
All night, all night, shit, mate
Talkin’ slow, told me, shit, breathe
They slow, there’s no get rich, babe
Yeah, I know I’m the realest, stay focused in the buildin’
See the sun from a mile away, we can run hard, I can feel it
Run hard, I can hear it, run, ah, I can steer it
See my soul fallin’ off, can’t feel nothin’, just feel the spirit
Go hard, go home baby
Get rich, get all crazy
Live fast and live long maybe
Live fast and live long, baby

[Chorus: Desiigner]
I fall in buildings
I fall in billions
I fall in millions
I fall in trillions
See they suicidal
They ain’t on the killin’
They can write the hatin’
They ain’t on adrenaline
I fall in buildings
I fall in millions (fallin’, yeah)
I fall in trillions (fallin’)
I fall in trillions (fallin’)
See they suicidal (oh-oh)
They ain’t on the killin’ (oh-oh)
They can write the hatin’ (woah-oh)
They ain’t on adrenaline (woah-oh)

[Intro]
Young Troy, you a genius
Beat it up like yeah girl

[Chorus]
Yeah, 44 bulldog
Hit a nigga melon, spill a nigga bean
Everybody saying what they gonna do
But they just talking, they don’t mean it
Try to run down with the deuce deuce
That’s a no-no, get a forty, yup
Yeah, I know I’m prolly too much
Sometimes, I just be odeeing

[Verse 1]
I was gonna go and try to fall asleep
But, I got too much energy
I was gonna go to Canada deep
But, all my niggas said they got felonies
I was gonna pull up in Givenchy
But, I just bought all this ERD shit
I’m too fleek, all the groupies
Yeah, they just wanna get next to me
Yeah, everybody said they run down
Til’ they hear that gun sound on that lemon squeeze
Yeah, bet ya’ homie ain’t ya’ homie
Trust me paparazzi, that’s the police

[Chorus]
Yeah, 44 bulldog
Hit a nigga melon, split a nigga bean
Everybody saying what they gonna do
But they just talking, they don’t mean it
Try to run down with the deuce deuce
That’s a no-no, get a forty, yup
Yeah, I know I’m prolly too much
Sometimes, I just be odeeing
Sometimes, I just be odeeing
(She love God and she know Jesus)
Sometimes, I just be odeeing
(Girl I smoke pot just for no reason)
Sometimes, I just be odeeing
(Sometimes, I just be o yeah)
Sometimes, I just be odeeing

[Verse 2]
And sometimes I just be odeeing
Now, I’m from Highbridge, what you thinking?
You can punch in mine if yours is reading
And you can punch in mine if yours is reading
I give you all my time if you give me reasons
You only call my line when you think I’m creeping
The 30 clip too long, you can probably see it
It’s a Hip-Hop song, but I’m R&B-ing

[Chorus]
Yeah, 44 bulldog
Hit a nigga melon, split a nigga bean
Everybody saying what they gonna do
But they just talking, they don’t mean it
Try to run down with the deuce deuce
That’s a no-no, get a forty, yup
Yeah, I know I’m prolly too much
Sometimes, I just be odeeing

[Chorus]
All the haters hate, every time I shine
I’m like why they mad at me, cause I’m on my grind
But I’m here to tell you, you can do it too
But if you’re always roaching, I can’t fool with you

[Verse: Z Ro]
Uh, everywhere I go it be a hater
But I can’t see them, all I be seeing is the paper
If she don’t give it up, this sucker gon try to rape her
Ol "pedophile face ass" nigga, you a faker
Ol "hate me, cause he ain’t me" ass nigga
I’m a "ain’t rapping til you pay me" ass nigga
You a "laying on the couch lazy" ass nigga
"[?] boy, you must be crazy" ass nigga
Took too much blood, sweat, and tears just to get this far
I ain’t never ever think I could get this car
As soon as I’m settled in, I’ll be moving again
A quarter mil down payment, Imma do it again
Made it hardly in the club, and Imma do it again
All the dancers leaving with me, I guess they choosing again
Going home by yourself, that’s why you mad, my nigga
Don’t hate me, I’ll help you get a bag, my nigga

[Chorus]
All the haters hate, every time I shine
I’m like why they mad at me, cause I’m on my grind
But I’m here to tell you, you can do it too
But if you’re always roaching, I can’t fool with you

[Verse: Paul Wall]
They say good things come to those who wait
But fuck that bullshit, gimme the cake
Every dollar, dime I can make, keep the hate
Just gimme what’s mine, and fix your own damn plate
I put it down, but I’m not down with lying
All I know is hard work, I’m not afraid of the grind
And when you shine, boys love to talk about you
Instead of trying, they’d rather be on the side watching
Don’t be afraid to fail, you just gotta try
All businessmen don’t wear suit and tie
Don’t let your opportunities pass on by
If you want handouts and titty, I am not that guy
I made somethin out of nothin, you can do it too
No excuses, just grind. Pahtna, what that do?
Stay true to the game, don’t fall for the bait
And when they swerve, Imma be straight
Get the cake, let them hate

[Chorus]
All the haters hate, every time I shine
I’m like why they mad at me, cause I’m on my grind
But I’m here to tell you, you can do it too
But if you’re always roaching, I can’t fool with you

[Intro]
Yo Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?

[Verse]
Bangin’ out the mothafuckin’ back door
Yeah, you sippin’ but you not sippin’ Act’ though (facts)
Double C’s on my feet, gang bangin’ Bs (gang)
Make a bitch touch her knees, she was Vietnamese (hah!)
Crew of bitches poppin’ percs, E’s and triple C’s (pop)
Off top, gimme top ’cause you just a sleaze (slurp)
She want head, she want head, I said, "Nigga please" (hah)
Touch my riches, you’ll get stitches, you think talk is cheap (brr)
I been flexin’ for a while now (whoo)
Stripper bitches tryna trap me for a child now, yeah
And this clip got twelve left, like a dial now (pew pew pew)
If I get robbed, 911 who I don’t dial now, yeah (brrr)
Rap niggas tryna steal my style (hah!, huh)
Stackin’ shit, call me Yachty Rothschild
Bet it like a game of poker, poker face, Code Lyoko (lil’ boat)
These niggas po-po, Benz sit on 24-4’s (skrr)
That shit go skrt, skrt, she eat nut like a burger
She said, "It’s sweet", she said, "It’s sweet, just like nectar" (yeah)
I walk around the city of Atlanta with a Vector (brr)
Aye, these niggas got me hot
Dumb bitch don’t you ever dare pop up at my spot (no)
Talking ’bout you mad, that’s some shots at yo’ dad
I ain’t here to conversate if it ain’t ’bout a dollar (cha ching)
Number 9 on my jeans, my watch cost an Impala (gang)
I done gave so much knowledge, I done turned to a father (goddamn)
And my brother from the south, on the run, he’s a robber (yeah)
Kickin’ doors, bangin’ hoes, had to stay ten toes (whoo)
In Miami, in that penthouse fuckin’ on ten hoes (whoo)
Aye, fuck with me (yeah)
I’m rich as hell, yo’ bitch love on me (gang)
You don’t have to like me, just don’t talk, just don’t fuck with me (fuck it)
Aye, uh, had to get it out the Civic (yeah)
Is there smoke pussy boy? Please be specific (for real)
And my new young bitch pussy on Pacific
Had to get a new account numbers look terrific (hah)

[Chorus]
And yeah you can count me in (yeah, mhm)
Fuckin’ on some hoes, you can count me in (okay, mhm)
Hittin’ up them stores, you can count me in (mhm)
Rollin’ in a Rolls, you can count me in (skrt, hah)
Yeah, you can count me in (mhm)
And yeah you can count me in (yeah, mhm)
Fuckin’ on some hoes, you can count me in (okay, mhm)
Hittin’ up them stores, you can count me in (yeah)
Rollin’ in a Rolls, you can count me in (skrr skrr)
Yeah, you can count me in (hoo)

[Intro]
Yo Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?

[Verse]
Bangin’ out the mothafuckin’ back door
Yeah, you sippin’ but you not sippin’ Act’ though (facts)
Double C’s on my feet, gang bangin’ Bs (gang)
Make a bitch touch her knees, she was Vietnamese (hah!)
Crew of bitches poppin’ percs, E’s and triple C’s (pop)
Off top, gimme top ’cause you just a sleaze (slurp)
She want head, she want head, I said, "Nigga please" (hah)
Touch my riches, you’ll get stitches, you think talk is cheap (brr)
I been flexin’ for a while now (whoo)
Stripper bitches tryna trap me for a child now, yeah
And this clip got twelve left, like a dial now (pew pew pew)
If I get robbed, 911 who I don’t dial now, yeah (brrr)
Rap niggas tryna steal my style (hah!, huh)
Stackin’ shit, call me Yachty Rothschild
Bet it like a game of poker, poker face, Code Lyoko (lil’ boat)
These niggas po-po, Benz sit on 24-4’s (skrr)
That shit go skrt, skrt, she eat nut like a burger
She said, "It’s sweet", she said, "It’s sweet, just like nectar" (yeah)
I walk around the city of Atlanta with a Vector (brr)
Aye, these niggas got me hot
Dumb bitch don’t you ever dare pop up at my spot (no)
Talking ’bout you mad, that’s some shots at yo’ dad
I ain’t here to conversate if it ain’t ’bout a dollar (cha ching)
Number 9 on my jeans, my watch cost an Impala (gang)
I done gave so much knowledge, I done turned to a father (goddamn)
And my brother from the south, on the run, he’s a robber (yeah)
Kickin’ doors, bangin’ hoes, had to stay ten toes (whoo)
In Miami, in that penthouse fuckin’ on ten hoes (whoo)
Aye, fuck with me (yeah)
I’m rich as hell, yo’ bitch love on me (gang)
You don’t have to like me, just don’t talk, just don’t fuck with me (fuck it)
Aye, uh, had to get it out the Civic (yeah)
Is there smoke pussy boy? Please be specific (for real)
And my new young bitch pussy on Pacific
Had to get a new account numbers look terrific (hah)

[Chorus]
And yeah you can count me in (yeah, mhm)
Fuckin’ on some hoes, you can count me in (okay, mhm)
Hittin’ up them stores, you can count me in (mhm)
Rollin’ in a Rolls, you can count me in (skrt, hah)
Yeah, you can count me in (mhm)
And yeah you can count me in (yeah, mhm)
Fuckin’ on some hoes, you can count me in (okay, mhm)
Hittin’ up them stores, you can count me in (yeah)
Rollin’ in a Rolls, you can count me in (skrr skrr)
Yeah, you can count me in (hoo)