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[Intro: DJ Khaled]
Another one
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[Verse 1: Rihanna]
I don’t know if you could take it
Know you wanna see me nakey, nakey, naked
I wanna be your baby, baby, baby
Spinning and it’s wet just like it came from Maytag
White girl wasted on that brown liquor
When I get like this I can’t be around you
I’m too lit to dim down a notch
‘Cause I could name some thangs that I’m gon’ do

[Chorus: Rihanna]
Wild, wild, wild
Wild, wild, wild thoughts
Wild, wild, wild
When I’m with you, all I get is wild thoughts
Wild, wild, wild
When I’m with you, all I get is wild thoughts

[Interlude: DJ Khaled]
Let’s go!

[Verse 2: Rihanna]
I hope you know I’m for the takin’
You know this cookie is for the baking (ugh)
Kitty, kitty, baby give that thing some rest
‘Cause you done beat it like the ’68 Jets
Diamonds ain’t nothing when I’m rockin’ with ya
Diamonds ain’t nothing when I’m shinin’ with ya
Just keep it white and black as if I’m ya sista
I’m too hip to hop around town out here with ya
I know I get

[Chorus: Rihanna]
Wild, wild, wild
Wild, wild, wild thoughts
Wild, wild, wild
When I’m with you, all I get is wild thoughts
Wild, wild, wild
When I’m with you, all I get is wild thoughts

[Verse 3: Bryson Tiller]
Ayy, I heard that pussy for the taking
I heard it got these other niggas goin’ crazy
Yeah I treat you like a lady, lady
Fuck you ’til you’re burned out, cremation
Make it cream, yeah, Wu-Tang
Throw that ass back, bouquet
Call me and I can get it juicy
I can tell you’re gone off the D’USSÉ
Careful mama watch what you say
You talking to me like ya new bae
Girl, talking like you tryna do things
Now that pipe got her running like she Usain, baby
You made me drown in it, touche, baby
I’m carrying that water, Bobby Boucher, baby
You know I’ma slaughter like I’m Jason
Bust it, why you got it on safety?
White girl wasted on brown liquor
I probably shouldn’t be around you
‘Cause you get wild, wild, wild
You looking like there’s nothing that you won’t do
Ayy, girl that’s when I told you

[Chorus: Rihanna]
When I’m with you, all I get is wild thoughts
Wild, wild, wild
Wild, wild, wild thoughts
Wild, wild, wild
When I’m with you, all I get is wild thoughts
Wild, wild, wild
When I’m with you, all I get is wild thoughts

[Outro: DJ Khaled & Rihanna]
DJ Khaled!
Wild, wild, wild
Wild, wild, wild
When I’m with you, all I get is wild thoughts

I’m stingy yeah
I’m stingy
Yeah I’m stingy
Yeah I’m stingy with the dick
Stingy with the bread yeah
Stingy yeah
Sting with the dick
Stingy with this bread yeah
I’m stingy yeah
I’m stingy
I’m stingy yeah
Stingy with the dick
I’m stingy with my bread yeah
I’m stingy with the dick

Bitch you can’t fuck me if you broke, no
You be lucky if I let you give me head, yeah
These other niggas out here with the jokes
Ha ha ha ha ha
Chasing hoes when they should be chasing bread, yeah
I’m stingy with this shit don’t be surprised, yeah
You can be this way when you miss the d2b, boom!
Baby straight begging me to put this dick inside
Nahh, you got to get a bag before you get the fuck on me (you feel me)
On my own zone

I’m stingy yeah
I’m stingy
Yeah I’m stingy
Yeah I’m stingy with the dick
Stingy with the bread yeah
Stingy yeah
Sting with the dick
Stingy with this bread yeah
I’m stingy yeah
I’m stingy
I’m stingy yeah
Stingy with the dick
I’m stingy with my bread yeah
I’m stingy with the dick

Bitch you can’t fuck me if you broke, no no no
And she said I gave her dick, huh?
But ya’ll already know that hoe lying
Look what she driving
She ain’t even get a text back, no
If it ain’t about a bag cha chi don’t do much replying
Niggas too
Get your broke ass around me
Handouts ain’t giving nun
Ya’ll hustle lousy
Change up like Vivian
All out of fucks
Nahh I ain’t giving nun
Baby ain’t about her shit
Bitch she ain’t getting nun
[?]

I’m stingy yeah
I’m stingy
Yeah I’m stingy
Yeah I’m stingy with the dick
Stingy with the bread yeah
Stingy yeah
Sting with the dick
Stingy with this bread yeah
I’m stingy yeah
I’m stingy
I’m stingy yeah
Stingy with the dick
I’m stingy with my bread yeah
I’m stingy with the dick

Bitch you can’t fuck me if you broke, no

[Verse 1: Fabolous]
Time to put in work, we all got a job to do
I light a joint then ask myself "What would Pablo do?"
Coming through with the paper plates like the barbecue
Got the haters shaking heads like the bobbles do
Yeah, but it’s all for my family
The goal wasn’t live middle class and buy Camrys
I want us all to eat, even if from my pantry
I guess I’m just more soul food than eye candy
I feel like these young niggas need more eye jammies
More passport stamps, less trips to Miami
Yeah bro, we all need a little culture
A little time away from bird ass niggas and vultures
I tell you what you need to hear and not try to insult you
I’m too old to kid you, I gotta adult you
Listen, the shit is getting outta hand
Like fumbles in football, I humbly put y’all
In y’all fucking place, that’s my OCD
I give a bitch a little bit, but it’s mostly D
I be in that Rolls Royce knocking Ghost CD
That’s Supreme Clientele, all I know is buy and sell
We had to hustle to eat, it wasn’t no Thanksgiving
Pour out a little liquor for homies that ain’t living
It’s big dinner shit, baby, everybody up in here
Find what you bring to the table, then pull up a chair, yeah…

[Interlude: Jadakiss]
You see?
Without hope, it ain’t nothing
HA-HAAAEEH!
I like this shit, you should love it
(Kill kill kill! Kill kill kill!)

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
Uh, let’s finish the game, Billy (uhh)
Do something and stop stalling, that’s silly (haha)
The bul over there just drawlin’, that’s Philly (woo!)
Invisible set, F class, that’s chilly (mmm)
Life is short, death’s fast, that’s illy (yep)
When ya whole crew got cash, that’s willie (uh)
To everybody living it up, you gotta feel me (yep)
And nah, I ain’t giving it up, you gotta kill me (uh uh)
Whoever you look up to, ask ’em, I’m a real G (ask ’em)
As far as this rap shit go, I got realty
Before being signed to a major, I had a real ki
And I ain’t tryna play you, I’m tryna give you the real me (nah)
Almost twenty years in the game, and I’m still me (woo!)
Niggas fear hearing my name, I got skills, B
The boy, the girl, the weed, I got pills, B
How many other owners you know that’s in the field, B (who?)
No license or registration, that’s where the steel be (uhh)
Honor’s in your pocket, your heart, that’s where the will be (yes)
From the hood, cop out, even if not guilty
Rich ain’t good enough, nigga, I’m not filthy
I’m hardcore, rough and rugged, I’m not silky (uh-uh)
Guns under mattress, money is where the quilt be
(POOF!) This is the last supper here (eat)
Last time we break bread, so pull up a chair, yeah…

[Verse 1: Cardi B]
Drop top Porsche (Porsche), Rollie on my wrist (wrist)
Diamonds up and down my chain (aha)
Cardi B, straight stuntin’, can’t tell me nothin’
Bossed up and I changed the game (you see me?)
It’s my big Bronx boogie, got all them girls shook (shook)
My big fat ass got all them boys hooked (hooked)
I went from dollar bills, now we poppin’ rubber bands (ha)
Bruno sang to me while I do my money dance like ayy
Flexin’ on the ‘Gram like ayy
Hit the Lil’ Jon, okay (okay), okay (okay)
Oh yeah, we drippin’ in finesse and getting paid, ow

[Verse 2: Bruno Mars]
Ooh, don’t we look good together?
There’s a reason why they watch all night long (all night long)
Yeah, I know we’ll turn heads forever (forever)
So tonight, I’m gonna show you off

[Pre-Chorus: Bruno Mars]
When I’m walkin’ with you
I watch the whole room change
Baby, that’s what you do
No, my baby, don’t play
Blame it on my confidence
Oh, blame it on your measurements
Shut that shit down on sight
That’s right

[Chorus: Bruno Mars]
We out here drippin’ in finesse
It don’t make no sense
Out here drippin’ in finesse
You know it, you know it
We out here drippin’ in finesse
It don’t make no sense
Out here drippin’ in finesse
You know it, you know it

[Verse 3: Bruno Mars]
Now slow it down for me, baby (slow it down now)
‘Cause I love the way it feels when we grind (we grind)
Yeah, our connection’s so magnetic on the floor
Nothing can stop us tonight

[Pre-Chorus: Bruno Mars]
When I’m walkin’ with you
I watch the whole room change
Baby, that’s what you do
No, my baby, don’t play
Blame it on my confidence
Oh, blame it on your measurements
Shut that shit down on sight
That’s right

[Chorus: Bruno Mars]
We out here drippin’ in finesse
It don’t make no sense
Out here drippin’ in finesse
You know it, you know it
We out here drippin’ in finesse
It don’t make no sense
Out here drippin’ in finesse
You know it, you know it

[Bridge: Bruno Mars & Cardi B]
Fellas, grab your ladies if your lady fine
Tell her she the one, she the one for life (woo)
Ladies, grab your fellas and let’s do this right (do this right)
If you’re on one like me in mind (ow!)
Yeah, we got it goin’ on, got it goin’ on
Don’t it feel so good to be us? (ayy)
Yeah, we got it goin’ on, got it goin’ on (yeah)
Girl, we got it goin’ on
Yeah, we got it goin’ on, got it goin’ on (hey)
Don’t it feel so good to be us, ayy? (feels so good on you)
Yeah, we got it goin’ on, got it goin’ on

[Chorus: Bruno Mars]
We out here drippin’ in finesse (we drippin’ on them)
It don’t make no sense
Out here drippin’ in finesse
You know it, you know it
We out here drippin’ in finesse with my baby
It don’t make no sense
Out here drippin’ in finesse
You know it, you know it (yeah, you know we got it goin’ on)

[Outro: Cardi B & Bruno Mars & Both]
Yeah, we got it goin’ on, got it goin’ on
Don’t it feel so good to be us, ayy?
Yeah, we got it goin’ on, got it goin’ on
You know it, you know it
Yeah, we got it goin’ on, got it goin’ on
Girl, we got it
Don’t it feel so good to be us, ayy?
Yeah, we got it goin’ on, got it goin’ on
You know it, you know it

[Verse 1: Cardi B]
Drop top Porsche (Porsche), Rollie on my wrist (wrist)
Diamonds up and down my chain (aha)
Cardi B, straight stuntin’, can’t tell me nothin’
Bossed up and I changed the game (you see me?)
It’s my big Bronx boogie, got all them girls shook (shook)
My big fat ass got all them boys hooked (hooked)
I went from dollar bills, now we poppin’ rubber bands (ha)
Bruno sang to me while I do my money dance like ayy
Flexin’ on the ‘Gram like ayy
Hit the Lil’ Jon, okay (okay), okay (okay)
Oh yeah, we drippin’ in finesse and getting paid, ow

[Verse 2: Bruno Mars]
Ooh, don’t we look good together?
There’s a reason why they watch all night long (all night long)
Yeah, I know we’ll turn heads forever (forever)
So tonight, I’m gonna show you off

[Pre-Chorus: Bruno Mars]
When I’m walkin’ with you
I watch the whole room change
Baby, that’s what you do
No, my baby, don’t play
Blame it on my confidence
Oh, blame it on your measurements
Shut that shit down on sight
That’s right

[Chorus: Bruno Mars]
We out here drippin’ in finesse
It don’t make no sense
Out here drippin’ in finesse
You know it, you know it
We out here drippin’ in finesse
It don’t make no sense
Out here drippin’ in finesse
You know it, you know it

[Verse 3: Bruno Mars]
Now slow it down for me, baby (slow it down now)
‘Cause I love the way it feels when we grind (we grind)
Yeah, our connection’s so magnetic on the floor
Nothing can stop us tonight

[Pre-Chorus: Bruno Mars]
When I’m walkin’ with you
I watch the whole room change
Baby, that’s what you do
No, my baby, don’t play
Blame it on my confidence
Oh, blame it on your measurements
Shut that shit down on sight
That’s right

[Chorus: Bruno Mars]
We out here drippin’ in finesse
It don’t make no sense
Out here drippin’ in finesse
You know it, you know it
We out here drippin’ in finesse
It don’t make no sense
Out here drippin’ in finesse
You know it, you know it

[Bridge: Bruno Mars & Cardi B]
Fellas, grab your ladies if your lady fine
Tell her she the one, she the one for life (woo)
Ladies, grab your fellas and let’s do this right (do this right)
If you’re on one like me in mind (ow!)
Yeah, we got it goin’ on, got it goin’ on
Don’t it feel so good to be us? (ayy)
Yeah, we got it goin’ on, got it goin’ on (yeah)
Girl, we got it goin’ on
Yeah, we got it goin’ on, got it goin’ on (hey)
Don’t it feel so good to be us, ayy? (feels so good on you)
Yeah, we got it goin’ on, got it goin’ on

[Chorus: Bruno Mars]
We out here drippin’ in finesse (we drippin’ on them)
It don’t make no sense
Out here drippin’ in finesse
You know it, you know it
We out here drippin’ in finesse with my baby
It don’t make no sense
Out here drippin’ in finesse
You know it, you know it (yeah, you know we got it goin’ on)

[Outro: Cardi B & Bruno Mars & Both]
Yeah, we got it goin’ on, got it goin’ on
Don’t it feel so good to be us, ayy?
Yeah, we got it goin’ on, got it goin’ on
You know it, you know it
Yeah, we got it goin’ on, got it goin’ on
Girl, we got it
Don’t it feel so good to be us, ayy?
Yeah, we got it goin’ on, got it goin’ on
You know it, you know it