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[Intro: Jada Pinkett Smith, Queen Latifa, & Vivica A. Fox]
This money got you trippin’
Now what you gon’ do?
Rob another goddamn bank
What the fuck is y’all thinkin’?
Hold up, we said once, Cleo
To get enough change to get us up outta here
And that’s all it is, Stoney
We need some real money

[Verse 1]
These niggas can’t smoke or can’t drink with me (at all)
The realest alive, come and meet with me
I’m in your city, bad bitches gon’ link with me (link up)
First class, I don’t check bags, I just carry on all this Louis shit (LV)
Just hit your wife, she on some groupie shit (yeah)
I found me a bad and a boujee bitch (bad)
I jump out the wagon with hooligans
I ask for back but I’m back in the mood again
I dropped out of class, don’t need tutorin’ (fuck em)
That 600, I’m maneuverin’
Maybach comin’ this week (this week)
I need some head ’til I get weak (uh)
GemStar at your wind piece (uh)
Black .40 match the Benz seats (ooh)
I might pull up more than 10 deep (more)
Still got that white, boy, no NSYNC (white)
I throw up my thumbs and I send three
I got the pump in the Benz Jeep (facts)
I leave blood all on your t-shirt (shirt)
These niggas just pussies, they been sweet (I know it)
You wouldn’t believe what I been through
Used to bend through on the 10 speed (uh)

[Hook]
Head of the family, I never talk (never talk)
I’m somewhere gettin’ a pedicure (pedicure)
Don’t know what to say, I done said it all (said it all)
Rumors about me, I read ’em all (read ’em all)
Pull up in Suburban, she told me that she was a virgin but I got the head and all (head and all)
I got the pussy, ain’t never call (never call)
Run in the bank and I set it off (set it off)
Head of the family, I never talk (never talk)
I’m somewhere gettin’ a pedicure (pedicure)
Don’t know what to say, I done said it all (said it all)
Rumors about me, I read ’em all (read ’em all)
Pull up in Suburban, she told you that she was a virgin but I got the head and all (head and all)
I got the pussy, ain’t never call (never call)
Run in the bank and I set it off (set it off)

[Verse 2]
I’m somewhere gettin’ a manicure
Reach for my chain and I’m lettin’ this hammer off
.40 on me, they don’t check the artist
Harlem crippin’, I’ma rep regardless
We lookin’ for you and your man and the way we gon’ throw it at him, he an extra target
I ain’t into all that extra talkin’ (nah)
He ridin’ with you, then the TEC’ll park him
I let a hollow go right in his face then walk by him like I never saw him
The price stay, we don’t ever bargain (never)
Investin’ right, I’ma stress the market
They talk like they gangsta but never walk it
If twelve niggas front, that’s eleven coffins (eleven)
I throw ’em thirty and head to Boston (thirty)
That here a .30, you better toss ’em (throw that)
I flip the patty like, "Oh God" (patty)
Fillin’ up baggies, my old job (old job)
They dope boys and now they goin’ up (up)
I ain’t had nothin’, I’m gon’ rob (rob)
I can’t relate to these soft niggas (I can’t)
My OG just told me, "Just go hard"
I don’t give a fuck ’bout who hatin’
I’m on vacation, I send ’em a postcard
Me and my daughter be matchin’ (matchin’)
Came up on the corner, I’m trappin’ (trap)
Don’t fuck with this shit, y’all be jackin’ (jack)
I’m from the trenches, you cannot imagine
I ride with my Ruger, I got me a cougar and she look just like Toni Braxton
Shark face, that’s an Aston, .45 got me saggin’

[Hook]
Head of the family, I never talk (never talk)
I’m somewhere gettin’ a pedicure (pedicure)
Don’t know what to say, I done said it all (said it all)
Rumors about me, I read ’em all (read ’em all)
Pull up in Suburban, she told me that she was a virgin but I got the head and all (head and all)
I got the pussy, ain’t never call (never call)
Run in the bank and I set it off (set it off)
Head of the family, I never talk (never talk)
I’m somewhere gettin’ a pedicure (pedicure)
Don’t know what to say, I done said it all (said it all)
Rumors about me, I read ’em all (read ’em all)
Pull up in Suburban, she told you that she was a virgin but I got the head and all (head and all)
I got the pussy, ain’t never call (never call)
Run in the bank and I set it off (set it off)

[Outro: Queen Latifa]
I want some more motherfuckin’ money

Beatmaster
Yung Lan on the track
[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
Chicken in the spot, jerk (jerk), what’s it in the pot? Work (work, woo)
Push button start, hit one button, turn the whole top to a vert (damn)
Let the AK squirt (boom), Lamborghini truck, purp (oh)
Nigga play with me, merked (yeah), then where you goin’? Church (let’s go)
Street certified and your nigga know that (know that)
Tell them bitches go and free Kodak (yeah)
While they at it tell them go and free Meechie (free him)
Had to cut them niggas off, they was leechin’ (fuck ’em)
Tourin’ with some bitches (bitches), FYI your bitch free (yeah)
I’m hard on a bitch, it ain’t easy (yeah)
Sold soft for the rent, it wasn’t easy (hard)
Tell judge gon’ free Meek Mill (Meek Mill)
21 summers, ain’t sleep still (nah)
Forehead ache like an Advil (white), 1998 got cash still (damn)
Flip that work with a gas grill (ayy)
Fuck around, had to pay gas bill
White 2 door cost your boy half mill (oh)
What you think ya bitch do on a half pill?

[Chorus: Blac Youngsta]
(Toot toot) twerk
Girl, I wanna see you twerk
I’ll throw a lil’ money if you twerk
I don’t really think you can twerk
(Toot toot) twerk
If you broke, go to work
Make that big booty twerk
Make that big booty twerk
(Toot toot)
Can I touch that booty?
That booty, that big ol’ booty?
Shake that booty, can I lay on the booty?
Mike Tyson on the booty
Copyright that booty (toot toot)

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Smash, spank that, ass, gas, smoke that (oh)
Little bitty bitch, throat that, yeah (ooh, ooh)
Pop it, drop it, you know I got the money, bitch, stop it
You a carbon, copy, call me, papi
Can’t pay the bills, she stupid, if she let me hit, I’ll do it
Big booty, black and beautiful, suwoop, chain got rubies
Batman, Bruce Wayne got groupies, catwoman, that pussy got boobies
Jump all in it, shoot, fuck it up, back it up, toot toot (twerk)
Big ol’ booty, bih, come over, got her titties in the Gucci
She fit the booty in them fashionova
Yeah, you ain’t no groupie, I’m Lyon like Lucious
That ass on stupid, and I’m tryna smash, man included
I wanna put you on a better team
Her booty shakin’ on my dick is something that I’ve never seen
I fuck her at the head of the bed instead lettin’ her get ahead of me
I’ma leave the dick in, bitch, you never gettin’ rid of me
Got my money on that ass, okay, what you sellin’ me?
I said I gotta spend a bag, okay what you tellin’ me?
I ain’t playin’ with yo ass, I already got too many felonies
If my bullet stick out, you gon’ really get the rest of me

[Chorus: Blac Youngsta]
(Toot toot) twerk
Girl, I wanna see you twerk
I’ll throw a lil’ money if you twerk
I don’t really think you can twerk
(Toot toot) twerk
If you broke, go to work
Make that big booty twerk
Make that big booty twerk
(Toot toot)
Can I touch that booty?
That booty, that big old booty?
Shake that booty, can I lay on the booty?
Mike Tyson on the booty
Copyright that booty (toot toot)

[Verse 3: Trey Songz]
Yeah, smack it up, flip it, rub it down, BBD
Yeah, I know you heard the news about that BBC
Yeah, greatest in that box, RIP Ali
Mmm, she say she love my kids, taste my legacy
Ooh, she go stupid, I’m no Cupid, I don’t cuff her, I can’t lose it
What she say I’m sleepin’ on her, I just said she just caught me snoozin’
Got a Uzi, she so woozy, that big booty such a doozy
I’m too G, word to Gucci, light a J, that’s word to Juicy, uh
Spread it open like a flower when the sun hit, yeah, uh
Girl, you like a Starburst, sunkissed, yeah
I got you bustin’ like a hunnid drum clip, yeah, uh
I throw a lil’ money, you make me cum quick

[Chorus: Blac Youngsta]
(Toot toot) twerk
Girl, I wanna see you twerk (lil’ bih)
I’ll throw a lil’ money if you twerk
I don’t really think you can twerk
(Toot toot) twerk
If you broke, go to work
Make that big booty twerk
Make that big booty twerk
(Toot toot)
Can I touch that booty?
That booty, that big old booty?
Shake that booty, can I lay on the booty?
Mike Tyson on the booty
Copyright that booty (toot toot)

[Verse 4: Blac Youngsta]
Bounce that booty on the floor (shake)
Shake it ’til you get a lil sore (shake)
Show ’em your mama made a ho (shake, twerk twerk)
Go’n ‘head, get a little low (shake)
Shake that booty in the car (shake)
Shake that booty in the store (shake)
(Twerk twerk, shake)
Pop it, stop it, drop it, pop it
If I hit Alexis Skyy, I’ma motherfuckin’ rock it (twerk twerk, shake)
I ain’t got no fuckin’ heart
I can’t be loyal to you whore
You weren’t here from the start (twerk twerk)

[Chorus: Blac Youngsta]
(Toot toot) twerk
Girl, I wanna see you twerk
I’ll throw a lil’ money if you twerk
I don’t really think you can twerk
(Toot toot) twerk
If you broke, go to work
Make that big booty twerk
Make that big booty twerk
(Toot toot)
Can I touch that booty?
That booty, that big ol’ booty?
Shake that booty, can I lay on the booty?
Mike Tyson on the booty
Copyright that booty (toot toot)

Beatmaster
Yung Lan on the track
[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
Chicken in the spot, jerk (jerk), what’s it in the pot? Work (work, woo)
Push button start, hit one button, turn the whole top to a vert (damn)
Let the AK squirt (boom), Lamborghini truck, purp (oh)
Nigga play with me, merked (yeah), then where you goin’? Church (let’s go)
Street certified and your nigga know that (know that)
Tell them bitches go and free Kodak (yeah)
While they at it tell them go and free Meechie (free him)
Had to cut them niggas off, they was leechin’ (fuck ’em)
Tourin’ with some bitches (bitches), FYI your bitch free (yeah)
I’m hard on a bitch, it ain’t easy (yeah)
Sold soft for the rent, it wasn’t easy (hard)
Tell judge gon’ free Meek Mill (Meek Mill)
21 summers, ain’t sleep still (nah)
Forehead ache like an Advil (white), 1998 got cash still (damn)
Flip that work with a gas grill (ayy)
Fuck around, had to pay gas bill
White 2 door cost your boy half mill (oh)
What you think ya bitch do on a half pill?

[Chorus: Blac Youngsta]
(Toot toot) twerk
Girl, I wanna see you twerk
I’ll throw a lil’ money if you twerk
I don’t really think you can twerk
(Toot toot) twerk
If you broke, go to work
Make that big booty twerk
Make that big booty twerk
(Toot toot)
Can I touch that booty?
That booty, that big ol’ booty?
Shake that booty, can I lay on the booty?
Mike Tyson on the booty
Copyright that booty (toot toot)

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Smash, spank that, ass, gas, smoke that (oh)
Little bitty bitch, throat that, yeah (ooh, ooh)
Pop it, drop it, you know I got the money, bitch, stop it
You a carbon, copy, call me, papi
Can’t pay the bills, she stupid, if she let me hit, I’ll do it
Big booty, black and beautiful, suwoop, chain got rubies
Batman, Bruce Wayne got groupies, catwoman, that pussy got boobies
Jump all in it, shoot, fuck it up, back it up, toot toot (twerk)
Big ol’ booty, bih, come over, got her titties in the Gucci
She fit the booty in them fashionova
Yeah, you ain’t no groupie, I’m Lyon like Lucious
That ass on stupid, and I’m tryna smash, man included
I wanna put you on a better team
Her booty shakin’ on my dick is something that I’ve never seen
I fuck her at the head of the bed instead lettin’ her get ahead of me
I’ma leave the dick in, bitch, you never gettin’ rid of me
Got my money on that ass, okay, what you sellin’ me?
I said I gotta spend a bag, okay what you tellin’ me?
I ain’t playin’ with yo ass, I already got too many felonies
If my bullet stick out, you gon’ really get the rest of me

[Chorus: Blac Youngsta]
(Toot toot) twerk
Girl, I wanna see you twerk
I’ll throw a lil’ money if you twerk
I don’t really think you can twerk
(Toot toot) twerk
If you broke, go to work
Make that big booty twerk
Make that big booty twerk
(Toot toot)
Can I touch that booty?
That booty, that big old booty?
Shake that booty, can I lay on the booty?
Mike Tyson on the booty
Copyright that booty (toot toot)

[Verse 3: Trey Songz]
Yeah, smack it up, flip it, rub it down, BBD
Yeah, I know you heard the news about that BBC
Yeah, greatest in that box, RIP Ali
Mmm, she say she love my kids, taste my legacy
Ooh, she go stupid, I’m no Cupid, I don’t cuff her, I can’t lose it
What she say I’m sleepin’ on her, I just said she just caught me snoozin’
Got a Uzi, she so woozy, that big booty such a doozy
I’m too G, word to Gucci, light a J, that’s word to Juicy, uh
Spread it open like a flower when the sun hit, yeah, uh
Girl, you like a Starburst, sunkissed, yeah
I got you bustin’ like a hunnid drum clip, yeah, uh
I throw a lil’ money, you make me cum quick

[Chorus: Blac Youngsta]
(Toot toot) twerk
Girl, I wanna see you twerk (lil’ bih)
I’ll throw a lil’ money if you twerk
I don’t really think you can twerk
(Toot toot) twerk
If you broke, go to work
Make that big booty twerk
Make that big booty twerk
(Toot toot)
Can I touch that booty?
That booty, that big old booty?
Shake that booty, can I lay on the booty?
Mike Tyson on the booty
Copyright that booty (toot toot)

[Verse 4: Blac Youngsta]
Bounce that booty on the floor (shake)
Shake it ’til you get a lil sore (shake)
Show ’em your mama made a ho (shake, twerk twerk)
Go’n ‘head, get a little low (shake)
Shake that booty in the car (shake)
Shake that booty in the store (shake)
(Twerk twerk, shake)
Pop it, stop it, drop it, pop it
If I hit Alexis Skyy, I’ma motherfuckin’ rock it (twerk twerk, shake)
I ain’t got no fuckin’ heart
I can’t be loyal to you whore
You weren’t here from the start (twerk twerk)

[Chorus: Blac Youngsta]
(Toot toot) twerk
Girl, I wanna see you twerk
I’ll throw a lil’ money if you twerk
I don’t really think you can twerk
(Toot toot) twerk
If you broke, go to work
Make that big booty twerk
Make that big booty twerk
(Toot toot)
Can I touch that booty?
That booty, that big ol’ booty?
Shake that booty, can I lay on the booty?
Mike Tyson on the booty
Copyright that booty (toot toot)

[Intro: Smoke DZA]
Yea
It’s a really fucking cool era we in
Yea, uh

[Verse 1: Smoke DZA]
It’s a Bada$$, Kushed God colossal
We coming through and we hostile
47 deep so everything’s getting toppled
Showtime nigga word to James word to goggles
Everybody’s fucked like a high price brothel
You can’t out-hustle a hustler so don’t try to
Word to Steezy the tactic is still survival
Fuck humble nigga ride on your rivals
The hoes wanna hang like my peacoat toggles
Guess who’s bizzack? Smokey and I’m here with the pack
After this you gon’ need you a nap
They throw shots we don’t even react
Like I ain’t got Pedro on payroll to take care of that
Set it out where it’s at
Nigga flow way in tact
The bag heavy scale off weigh it back
Lightyears ahead of niggas, not even laps
You can’t compare them boys to us
Shit, that’s not even rap

[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]
Yeah, uh, and let me switch the mood
Gotta take a risk for your biggest wish to come true
I been in those shoes, had fifth-dimensional views
Where ain’t shit to lose just more proving
Finally got my piece of the pecan
Me and momma moving no more staying out on weekends
Got no time for snoozing know I’m out for Benjamins
Representing me, repping for all my people dreaded in my family
I see a canopy of bars thats overhead
Thinking to self there can’t be no one this hard, they all dead
Go and spar with the ghosts that’s on my side
I’m a star momma look up in the sky
Son shine bright, don’t I?
Only getting brighter I been closer every summer, winter, hour, minute
Like I am supposed to, very soon you will be out of minutes
You should let me coach ya, work the smoke
We keep a lot of spirit while lifting the culture from these vultures

[Verse 3: Smoke DZA]
It ain’t for purchase gotta take the game in doses
The illest shit don’t really get too much promotion
Children of the indigo protect the fortress
Trump got the whole world feeling hopeless
Still I got my chest pokin’
Too much headaches not enough Motrin
Life will have a nigga self frozen
Won’t have my self stolen, dough rolling, head first dove in
The flow golden, the wave, the boat rowing
We here, they no-showers
Smoke blowing the OG in the wind
Had a bunch of losers tell me I couldn’t win
See you taking off that’s when the hating shit begins
Watch you walking on water they say it’s cause you can’t swim
Time to transcend, hands in, boss and [?]
Ben Franklin’s, all across the globe my name ring
Airport, customs, walking through chain swing
You could tell I’m doing my damn thing
Ugh

[Verse 1]
Is there something on your mind
Or is there something going on with your line
‘Cause you ain’t hit me back in like three days
Can we just take it back to our old ways
I’m just tryna get a minute of your time
If it’s fine

[Chorus]
Hey baby, I’ma take you on a date
Hey baby, I’ma take you on a date
No texts, no calls
Baby sit down let’s talk
Baby, I’ma take you on a date

[Verse 2]
Remember we were young, we were willing
I’m just tryna bring back the feeling
Let me pick you up like around eight
Catch a movie or we make one at my place
‘Cause girl I’m on my way while you’re playing
You know what I’m saying
I’m just tryna take a little of your time
If it’s fine

[Chorus]
Hey baby, I’ma take you on a date
Hey baby, I’ma take you on a date
No texts, no calls
Baby sit down let’s talk
Oh baby, I’ma take you on a date

[Bridge]
I don’t care if you’re mad, got an attitude and you don’t wanna let it go
All the time by yourself, I know you don’t wanna be alone
In a world without me, don’t I give you what you need?
Baby let me get a minute of your time

[Chorus]
Hey baby, I’ma take you on a date
Hey baby, I’ma take you on a date
No texts, no calls
Baby sit down let’s talk
Baby, I’ma take you on a date