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[Intro]
Hey!
Yeah, aye, damn
Talk Money Gang, ’30 Gang
BK- Way, nah
Aye Jay Critch Hood Fave(Hey!)

[Hook]
I go the money she never will leave me
I got the water, the water like Fiji
Hard work but I make it look easy
At the concert diamonds shine like a sea
She say i’m wavy, show off
I gotta flex imma show off
She tryin have my baby, hold on
Mix the Balmain with the Goyard
I like her more with her clothes off
Sippin’ the Act, doze off
You can get wacked, Polo on
Hop in the back, roll off
I’m all for the [?] that I told y’all
Boy you ain’t never scrapped you so soft
Tango keep a strap to hold y’all
Melo got the Mac, he go off

[Verse 1]
I told her relax, cut the hoe off
I walk in the Sak’s buy the whole store
She throw it back, can’t take no more
She don’t know how to act, imma show her
Move right where I’m from it get real
Act right, shit got me on tilt
Pop a nigga like I’m cracking a {?]
My niggas popping and cracking for real
These bitches watching my pockets, chill
Talking bout hoes I got options, kill
You be with it trying to cop a feel
These niggas talking they Dr. Phil

[Hook]
I go the money she never will leave me
I got the water, the water like Fiji
Hard work but I make it look easy
At the concert diamonds shine like a sea
She say i’m wavy, show off
I gotta flex imma show off
She tryin have my baby, hold on
Mix the Balmain with the Goyard
I like her more with her clothes off
Sippin’ the Act, doze off
You can get wacked, Polo on
Hop in the back, roll off
I’m all for the [?] that I told y’all
Boy you ain’t never scrapped you so soft
Tango keep a strap to hold y’all
Melo got the Mac, he go off

[Verse 2]
I ran up a sack, I told y’all
Aye, Bentley coupe pulling up with a model
Living like a nigga hitting the lotto
Mixing LA cookie with the gelato
Fresh brick, sippin’ straight out the bottle
Get rich nigga you know the motto
Rich hoe and she suck and she swallow
When you start getting money they follow
Hitting juggs, niggas ducking the five-o
Strap on a Ducati full throttle
She ride a dick, little thottie full throttle
Birds singing like Demi Lovato
Big strap, just send me the auto
Click clack, you was talking to prado
Get back, you ain’t made for that drama
Split that, put you in a sauna
Ya dig that, streets hot like a sauna
Big facts, I ran off with them commas
I think that I need a Rari no Honda
You gon sink fast playing around in that water

[Hook]
I go the money she never will leave me
I got the water, the water like Fiji
Hard work but I make it look easy
At the concert diamonds shine like a sea
She say i’m wavy, show off
I gotta flex imma show off
She tryin have my baby, hold on
Mix the Balmain with the Goyard
I like her more with her clothes off
Sippin’ the Act, doze off
You can get wacked, Polo on
Hop in the back, roll off
I’m all for the [?] that I told y’all
Boy you ain’t never scrapped you so soft
Tango keep a strap to hold y’all
Melo got the Mac, he go off

[Intro]
Southside on the track, yeah
I think bout them days when I was like dead broke

[Hook]
How could you hate me?
How could you hate me?
Why would you hate me?
Oh, cause I made it
How could you hate me?
How could you hate me?
Why would you hate me?
Oh, cause I made it

[Verse 1]
I the one taught you how to make all of them plays
I’m the one sleep in the trap all them days
I’m the one told you don’t stay in your ways
I the one gave you that stick anyway
I know that me and my niggas the same, we not tryna fall out over bitches and fame
Run up on one of us, get hit in the brain
Lil killers with me, they reach in the bag
All of these hundreds, no change at all
We make a nigga block famous, dawg
Dissing us, we’ll have them cases, dawg
True shit, pussy nigga wanna talk shit not he got metal from the blue tips
Blue shit, coulda had thirty in the Draco, but I’m riding round with a few clips
Still I might riding round jug a few pounds
Brand new engines, they don’t make a sound
Used to buy whips to have fun around
Now I just go drive my son around
Shit I be thinking about
Hundred thugs around
Got love back then, but they hate me now
Showed niggas love back then, gotta pay me now
I’m going brazy now

[Hook]
How could you hate me?
How could you hate me?
Why would you hate me?
Oh, cause I made it
How could you hate me?
How could you hate me?
Why would you hate me?
Oh, cause I made it

[Verse 2]

[Hook]
How could you hate me?
How could you hate me?
Why would you hate me?
Oh, cause I made it
How could you hate me?
How could you hate me?
Why would you hate me?
Oh, cause I made it

[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
One, two, one, two
One, two, one, two
Peace signs, can ya put ’em up
One, two, one, two
One, two, one, two
One time, can ya put ’em up
One, two, one, two
One two, one, two
If ya hear it on the radio, turn it up
Huh, don’t fuss sunshine feelin’ real good

[Verse 1: Kim Burrell + Snoop Dogg]
It’s just another, just another day that the lord has (give me, give me)
It was no goodness of my own
It was you and you alone
You deserve all the glory
Peace signs in the sky if ya feel good

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
Once a time when a storm came in my life
Didn’t know which way to turn, to the left or right
Out the corner of my eye, saw a little light
Flickerin’ like a flame in the darkest night

[Pre-Chorus: Kim Burrell]
It’s almost mornin’
Just let the sun, sunshine in
Sunshine in

[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
One, two, one, two
One, two, one, two
Peace signs, can ya put ’em up (can ya put ’em up yeah)
One, two, one, two
One, two, one, two
One time, can ya put ’em up
One, two, one, two (one, two, one two, one two)
One two, one, two
If ya hear it on the radio, turn it up
Huh, don’t fuss sunshine feelin’ real good

[Verse 3: Snoop Dogg]
A lotta people do me wrong, but I wanna do the right thing (right thing)
Sit back with my pedal on the medal and I’m cruisin’ on the highway
Why you passin’ out blessin’s on your people, aren’t you the blessin’ my way

[Pre-Chorus: Kim Burrell]
And my good days outweigh my bad days
And I won’t complain
You knew from the beginning
That sometimes you might feel alone
But don’t look now it’s almost…
Mornin’
Just let the sunshine in
The sunshine in yeah
Sunshine in
No-ooo-ooo

[Chorus: Snoop]
One, two, one, two
One, two, one, two
Peace signs, can ya put ’em up (can you put ’em up again)
One, two, one, two
One, two, one, two
One time, can ya put ’em up (can you put ’em up again)
One, two, one, two
One two, one, two
If ya hear it on the radio, turn it up
Huh, don’t fuss sunshine feelin’ real good

[Bridge: Snoop Dogg]
You bring the sun out
You bring the sun out, sunshine
You bring the sun out
You bring the sun out, sunshine
Sunshine-ine, sunshine-ine
You bring the sun out
Don’t front, you know this sunshine feels good…
In my hood

[Pre-Chorus: Kim Burrell]
That sometimes you might feel alone
But don’t look now, it’s almost…
Mornin’
Just let the sun, the sunshine in, the sunshine in
Sunshine in
Ooh-ooaa-oh

[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
One, two, one, two
One, two, one, two
Peace signs, can ya put ’em up (can you put ’em up again)
One, two, one, two
One, two, one, two
One time, can ya put ’em up (can you put ’em up again)
One, two, one, two
One two, one, two
If ya hear it on the radio, turn it up
Huh, don’t fuss sunshine feelin’ real good

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Somethin’ like propane, uh, too much smoke man, hey
Yeah, I ain’t got no feelings for no hoe man, yeah
Call me snowman, I froze both chains, yeah, aye
Matchin’ bling-bling for the whole gang
Workin’ like a, GOAT, grindin’, I need, hope
Yeah, shine when I get, up, one hand on my, uh
I’m gon’ hold it down yeah, for whoever want smoke yeah
One hand on my Glock yeah, they know how it go

[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
Uh, one hand on my (on my), man I pray he don’t (pray he don’t)
If he play he gon’ (play he gon’), he may not make it no
Uh naw, don’t make me make that call, we ball, no basketball
We all international, we flyer than an asteroid
No, I don’t like racks at all, that there get you wacked my dawg
Shootin’ up a nigga family house, that there get my mans involved
Make me get at your mans and all, nah we ain’t got to pay it off
That sawed-off will knock ya head off, in the coupe with the head off
Been through one of the opps block, seat low, I got the chop cocked
Cut up one of their cars, got it lookin’ like it been to the chop shop
Hell nah we will not stop, every night I prayed about a drop (every night I prayed)
If you lookin’ for some smoke we

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Somethin’ like propane, uh, too much smoke man, hey
Yeah, I ain’t got no feelings for no hoe man yeah
Call me snowman, I froze both chains yeah aye
Matchin’ bling-bling for the whole gang
Workin’ like a, GOAT, grindin’, I need, hope
Yeah, shine when I get, up, one hand on my, uh
I’m gon’ hold it down yeah, for whoever want smoke yeah
One hand on my Glock yeah, they know how it go

[Verse 2: YFN Kay]
Money power respect, one hand grippin’ my TEC
Whole lotta water drippin’ from my neck, that’s VVS
Whole lotta lean drippin’ from my cup, that’s CVS
Whole lotta pounds drop on the first, that’s UPS
These niggas want to be famous, leave a fuck nigga plankin’
Brains all over the floor, now I see what you thinkin’
That’s on Nut, that’s on Nut, In my Glock I trust
I can’t wait to bust, leave a pussy nigga stuck
Put your pistols up, while I ship on two cups
Twistin’ my fingers up, whole lotta new bucks
We knock ’em down, you pick ’em up
They ain’t ’bout no action, they just talk about it
Leave the scene cloudy, lotta smoke around it

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Somethin’ like propane, uh, too much smoke man, hey
Yeah, I ain’t got no feelings for no hoe man yeah
Call me snowman, I froze both chains yeah aye
Matchin’ bling-bling for the whole gang
Workin’ like a, GOAT, grindin’, I need, hope
Yeah, shine when I get, up, one hand on my, uh
I’m gon’ hold it down yeah, for whoever want smoke yeah
One hand on my Glock yeah, they know how it go

[Verse 3: YFN Trae Pound]
Move bags like a garage truck, huh, get your order up
Used to ride the Marta bus, huh, now they charter us
Nigga you ain’t hard enough, huh, how you want war with us? huh
You ain’t startin’ with us (nigga), you ain’t part of us
Grindin, lately I’ve been grindin’
Which car to slide in? Havin’ trouble decidin’
Whole lotta diamonds in the face, can’t see what time it is
I ain’t even signed a deal, I’d probably be swipin’ still (haha)
On hand on that, huh, rubberband that, huh
Probably too much, huh, rockin’ too much, huh
One call get you touched, DJ Screw in my cup (yeah)
We was down now we up, whole gang done blew up

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Somethin’ like propane, uh, too much smoke man, hey
Yeah, I ain’t got no feelings for no hoe man yeah
Call me snowman, I froze both chains yeah aye
Matchin’ bling-bling for the whole gang
Workin’ like a, GOAT, grindin’, I need, hope
Yeah, shine when I get, up, one hand on my, uh
I’m gon’ hold it down yeah, for whoever want smoke yeah
One hand on my Glock yeah, they know how it go