Welcome 2 Collegrove (2023) - Lil Wayne (with 2 Chainz)

 

• Scene 1: Welcome 2 Collegrove
• G6
• Big Diamonds
• Presha
• Long Story Short
• Scene 2: Duffle Bag Boys
• Millions From Now
• Crazy Thick
• Transparency
• Significant Other
• Scene 3: Ladies Man
• P.P.A.
• Oprah & Gayle
• Shame
• Bars
• Scene 4: No Fent
• Godzilla
• Crown Snatcher
• Can't Believe You
• Scene 5: Never Was Lost
• Moonlight

Scene 1: Welcome 2 Collegrove lyrics - 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne

 [50 Cent:]

Let me tell you a story about these two guys

That eventually became brothers

You got this kid named Tune

Tunechi, some shit like that

Straight out of 17th of New Orleans

Been rich since he was like thirteen, fourteen years old

He came with his own style

They tried to steal his shit

He ended up puttin' the whole game on his back

Had clientele for years and always had good product

And then you got Slim from the Southside of Atlanta

Loved playin' basketball, he a real Mama's boy

And that's how he got the name Tity Boi

Slicker than a spill of oil

Soon as he got his hands on his first pack

He flipped that, he never looked back

And when they met up and devised a plan

On how to take over the land

It kind of went like this

Welcome 2 Collegrove

G6 lyrics - 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne

 [Part I]

Collegrove

Yup

Lit, bitch, I'm the shit

I'm a real walkin' lick, spent a brick on my fit

I show up in this bitch, sick as throw up in this bitch

Lookin' like I wore a fuckin' jewelry store up in this bitch

Wait, Sqad Up, that's my fuckin' skate team, nigga (The gang)

You don't want that real smoke, you vaping, nigga (No way)

To be safe, none of my guns on safety, nigga

Who the fuck I look like? Ed Reed, nigga?

Coupe on ultraviolet (Yeah)

Tunechi on narcotics, so my pupils always hidin'

All those Bugle Boys you wearin', all you stupid need designer

Sippin' soup up out the styro', drippin' too hard for Poseidon

And my semi-automatic, and my drip on autopilot

And my jewelry on sarcastic, my money on plastic

When it comes to dead presidents, I'm a bastard

And all my bitches passive, and all my hoes erotic

And my dick on automatic, and my drip on autopilot (Yeah)

Drippin' so hard, might go on a water diet (Diet)

Diamonds on her tongue 'cause she geekin' off the molly (Molly)

Don't bring me no ones, I blow funds on her body (Body)

Blow funds on her body, bitch, my drip on autopilot

[Part II]

So you know, another guest just walked into Nicki Minaj TV

And I just asked him what, what that fragrance that he had on

And he had to get real cocky and pop his collar

So let, let him do it on, on TV (Toni!)

You probably seen me with a double-cup glued to my hand

Baby, ask your friend what she gon' do for this band

I'm the realest one in here, I'ma tell you in advance

Take this G6, you might wake up in Japan, yeah

Probably seen me with a double-cup in my hand

Baby, ask your friend what she gon' do for this band

I'm the realest one in here, I'ma tell you in advance

Take this G6, you might wake up in Japan (Toni!)

Got the city on my back, I might need shoulder pads (Ayy, ayy)

Tried to DM me, now seeing my shoes in photographs

Difference 'tween my watch and yours is the chronograph

Quarter-half, whole thangs, I put diamonds on toe rings

Say she love my protein

Money pull my pants down, I'ma need a drawstring

Ask me, did I have anything to eat? I told her, "Cocaine"

Big flames out the muzzle

Customers was often puzzled at the fact that I was humble

They say, "Life a bitch," I'ma smut her, need a couple rubbers

Had a girl named Nina, all we used to do was smoke and cuddle

You already know, I need a couple million on the double

Anybody seen my ceiling? (Where?)

My nigga got locked up and started sellin' dope in prison

Yeah (Fuck you talkin' 'bout?)

Yeah, the truth my religion (Southside, uh)

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom (Tru)

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom

Yeah, the truth my religion, turn up!

You probably seen me with a double-cup glued to my hand (Yeah)

Baby, ask your friend what she gon' do for this band (Fuck that shit)

I'm the realest one in here, I'ma tell you in advance (Realest one)

Take this G6, you might wake up in Japan, yeah (Woo)

Big Diamonds lyrics - 2 Chainz, Lil Wayne & 21 Savage

 Big diamonds, big dog, big shinin'

Hit him all in the stomach, fucked up his linin'

Could've caught him at that Wendy's, it was bad timin' (21)

Do a nigga mob style, hit him while he dinin'

Uh, told your fuckin' ass I'll be back

Now them niggas goin' crazy tryna sign me back

Like some play, say Young Money nigga for sure

Camped out in front your house, we just lit up some smores

Now these niggas want bars, Butterfingers, Snickers, and Mars

Seven days a week, bet a nigga armed

Yeah, Fresh, we done done it, did it without stuntin'

Countin' money, need a calculator

The crib got a elevator, you not a skater

We got you on the floor, paint your ass red

Turn this bitch into an art show

Now on the left side, we got the brand-new Benz

And on the inside, got brand-new MAC-10s

And in the middle of the night, niggas'll find you

Me and 2 Chainz, bitch, we the new Big Tymers

Manny Frres on the beat, he a true Big Tymer

Foreign cars (Cars)

Foreign broads (Broads)

Hoes with no bras (Yeah)

Neighborhood like big drawers

I'm a G.O.A.T. (G.O.A.T)

What you know? (Know)

What's the score?

You hurtin', I front you ten kilos

I like women (Women)

That like women (Women)

That like grinnin' (Grinnin')

That like swimmin' (Swimmin')

That's lightskinnin' (Skinnin')

Or darkskinnin' (Skinnin')

They skinny-dippin' (Dippin')

You penny pitchin' (Pictin')

You pussy pimpin' (Pimpin')

Or pussy poppin' (Poppin')

I'm want it, nigga (Ayy)

I'm on a mission (Ayy)

I gotta get it (Get it)

'Cause me and Tune (Yeah)

Like fuckin' siblings (Ooh)

You fuckin' gimmick (Yeah)

You fuckin' with us (Yeah)

You get whacked (Whacked)

Your wig cracked (Crack)

A big sacks (Yeah)

I shot ball (Ayy)

I pitch crack (Ayy)

I dig that (Ayy)

I'm raw, nigga (Yeah)

No zig-zag (Yeah)

My bitch bad (Bad)

Her bitch bad (Bad)

You funny, nigga (Funny)

A Sinbad (Yeah)

I sit back (Yeah)

I get bags (Bags)

I baow-baow, I click-clack

Big diamonds, big dog, big shinin'

Hit him all in the stomach, fucked up his linin'

Could've caught him at that Wendy's, it was bad timin' (21)

Do a nigga mob style, hit him while he dinin' (21)

Marble floors, I got bulletproof doors (21)

Rappin' off the head like I'm Wayne, like I'm Hov (Facts)

Grew up 'round them cutthroats, I be on my toes

Old killer from my hood, stopped that clean 'cause he throwed (21)

She wanna fuck a young gangsta, I know, facts

Real deal player, I ain't never kissin' toes (21)

You know I'm in a rush, baby, come up out that robe

I pull up, she wet already, she been playin' with her robe (Goddamn, oh shit)

Damn, she done squirted on my clothes (21)

If we in the party, then we came for the hoes (21)

Open the dispensary, I got free smoke (21)

Fuck a top spot, nigga, I came for the GOAT (Pussy)

I'm a dog, German Shepard, Great Dane (Yeah)

He got money, but his ass still a lame (Yeah)

On the pole, shake that ass, do your thing

She from the Southside, down the street from Flocka Flame (On God)

Stick left him So So Def, but I don't know Jermaine (21)

How your watch a million dollars and it look plain? (21)

I'm worth eight figures, so I really can't complain (On God)

I tried to play your album, every song sound the same

Big diamonds, big dog, big shinin'

Hit him all in the stomach, fucked up his linin'

Could've caught him at that Wendy's, it was bad timin' (21)

Do a nigga mob style, hit him while he dinin' (21)

Presha lyrics - 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne

 Yo, this shit is unbelievable

Bangladesh

Pressure

Pressure

Pressure, pressure

Need some pressure

Need some pressure

This shit pressure

This shit pressure (Pressure)

Two BBL, you know she extra (Know she extra)

Got that stank walk, but clean as a whistle (Whistle)

In the kitchen, scale, fork, and a pistol (And a pistol)

Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, yeah, we cookin' now (Cookin' now)

You know this shit pressure, 'cause they lookin' now (They lookin' now)

Say look out for me, but they wasn't lookin' out (Lookin' out)

Got your shit together suki, suki now (Suki, suki now)

More refills on me, you know we lit, lit (Lit, lit)

They gon' run this back just like a pick six (Pick six)

I done fell in love with a thick bitch (Thick bitch)

I done fell in love with a rich bitch (Go 2)

Shawty know she pressure, talkin' high blood (High blood)

Put two girls together like a hybrid (Like a hybrid)

You know I been trappin' since the dial-up (Dial-up)

If they gon' hate, then let 'em hate, the money pile up (Woo)

When your friend call, say, "Hello, pressure speakin'" (Pressure speakin')

Towel under door, but the pressure reakin' (Yeah)

I done took a shroom with the 42 (Shit)

I done start whistlin' like 42 (Shit)

Pressure

Pressure

Pressure, pressure

Need some pressure

Need some pressure

This shit pressure

Uh, pressure busts pipes, the weapons talk nice

I only bust twice, 'cause I'm so precise

The foreign run nice, I'm whorin' all night

I don't handcuff her, and I read her her rights

I'm on that pressure, she on that bass

I'm on that treble, I'm on her level

She say her brother, he got them birds

We ruffle his feathers

Watch what you tell us, pressure cooker

Extra hard got my section full of

Smokin' dope, you can smell the boogers

Break your nose like Devin Booker

And all my hoes some second lookers

And I got bros with extra blickers

And I got Nina and I got Maggie

And they both got extra sisters

I be puttin' pressure on the plug

I get treated special by the plug

The feds puttin' pressure on me

But I don't even sweat in hot tubs

I be puttin' pressure on my lungs

I'ma fill the whole blunt with pressure

Like a stack of a hundred ones

You still will fold under pressure, lil' bitch

Pressure (Yeah)

Pressure (Yeah)

Pressure, pressure (Yeah, yeah)

Need some pressure (Yeah, yeah)

Need some pressure, pressure (Yeah)

This shit pressure (Lil' bitch)

This shit pressure (Pressure)

Two BBL, you know she extra (Extra)

Got that stank walk, but clean as a whistle (Whistle)

In the kitchen, scale, fork, and a pistol (Pistol)

Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, yeah, we cookin' now (We cookin' now)

You know this shit pressure, 'cause they lookin' now (They lookin' now)

Say look out for me, but they wasn't lookin' out (Wasn't lookin' out)

Got your shit together suki, suki now (Suki, suki now)

Pressure, pressure (Suki, suki now)

Pressure, pressure (Suki, suki now)

Pressure, pressure

Pressure, pressure (Suki, suki now)

Long Story Short lyrics - 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne

 This life gon' be the death of me

Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip

Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip (Blunt)

Blunt to my lips, gun on my (Blunt, blunt)

Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip

Wake up, light the blunt I put out 'fore I fell asleep

My bitch look like she Cherokee, my crib look like I'm sellin' keys

My dick feel like some therapy, 'bout that life, I guarantee

You livin' life vicariously, this life gon' be the death of me

And she don't care where I skeet, hit that ho from hair to feet

She walk out here, she wearin' me, I talk my shit, she smellin' me

And all I hear is jealousy, I call them niggas jelly beans

Love my trigger finger so much, I bought it a wedding ring, yeah

Yeah, let's get married

Cut off his head and the rest get buried

Cross on my head like a Presbyterian

Tell him he dead and upset his parents

Tears get shed only if you carin'

Right on his head, see the red beam blarin'

Two twelve gauges like twenty four karats, hol' up

Ain't that a bitch? I might bang at your bitch

If I go at her neck, I might hang that lil' bitch

Scope on the TEC and it came with that shit

I could hit you up from any range with that bitch

Got papers on Draco, a case in Laredo

You fuck with me wrong, I'ma bake your potato

I twist his head up just like a tornado

Pull out the toast, I'm like, "Leggo my Eggo"

I buss down a Quaalude, fuck on a gay ho

Can't find a straight a ho, but I ain't complainin'

That's how my day go, I said, "Okay, ho"

I been on my Jay, ho, I'm Ben and she J.Lo

She been to Barbados, I take her to Caicos

All of this bread and she can't get a bagel

All of that said, I can't really stay though

I hop in the Lamb' and crank it like Fabo, I'm gone

Wake up, light the blunt I put out 'fore I fell asleep

My bitch look like she Cherokee, my crib look like I'm sellin' keys

My dick feel like some therapy, 'bout that life, I guarantee

You livin' life vicariously, this life gon' be the death of me

I make you cum, you cannot leave, I drown my heart in kerosene

A+ off in parenting, get my kids damn near everything

'Fore you get a wedding ring, better get her ass a belly ring

Soon as I start trappin', man, my phone, it wouldn't even barely ring

I don't compete, but you can't compete

Plain Jane, Patek Phillippe

I'm with my lady, we came to eat

My stomach, you'd think that it changed the beat

We on a date, make it rain some ones

They want no change, but the change gon' come

Soon as I say it, it's said and done

And my screensaver my favorite gun

I'm rockin', I'm swervin'

I'm poppin', detergent

Get money, it's urgent

God bless her surgeon

I rub my hands, Birdman

Double cup, lean head

I done been the weed man

It's a blessin' you ain't dead

I keep it rollin' like paraplegic

I'm better, believe it, you better believe it

Ho bitin' on me like every mosquito

I'm wearin' shades, think I'm starin' at people

I did the math and ain't no way we equal

This Collegrove 2 and so this is the sequel, mm, mm

This Collegrove 2 and so this is the sequel

Wake up, light the blunt I put out 'fore I fell asleep

My bitch look like she Cherokee, my crib look like I'm sellin' keys

My dick feel like some therapy, 'bout that life, I guarantee

You livin' life vicariously, this life gon' be the death of me

Blunt

Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip

Blunt to my lips, gun on my (Blunt, blunt)

Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip (Blunt, blunt)

This life gon' be the death of me

Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip

Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip (Blunt)

Blunt to my lips, gun on my (Blunt, blunt)

Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip (Blunt)

This life gon' be the death of me

Scene 2: Duffle Bag Boys lyrics - Lil Wayne

 [50 Cent:]

Woo, I told you, these niggas is crazy

Dope selling, shootouts in broad day

This kid Tune lost his fuckin' mind

Tattooed his forehead to his toes, man

Streets sayin' he walkin' around with a stick in his duffle bag

Ayy, and Slim, or Toni as the streets call him

Ridin' around with a duffle bag full of work

Now go and get your money, little duffle bag boy

Millions From Now lyrics - 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne

 Yeah (How to make it here, 101)

Southside (Make sure everybody first hearin' it)

Uhh, attention, Toni

A million dollars from now, I won't remember you

A million dollars from now, I won't remember your ass (Remember your ass)

A million dollars from now, I won't remember you (I won't remember you)

A million dollars from now, I won't remember your ass

Soon as I land, they come with a bag

Tell her, I just got it, it don't have a tag

I fuck with the strippers, they helpin' my brand

On Lanvins, the shoes laces look like a crayon

Told 'em, "No biggie, I'm makin' them bands"

Flight that go overseas, I take a Xan'

I get a deal and then I get some equity

When I get money then I'll buy some land

Yeah, I got G.O.A.T. with me, know what I'm sayin'?

She got some good throat, you know what I'm sayin'?

Been in the kitchen, you know I ain't payin'

You can ask chef, let me know how I pan out

Garage full of food, and I'm gon' pull the Lamb' out

Mm, yeah, you know what I'm sayin'?

The handshake I gave you was my last handout

Mm, yeah, you know what I'm sayin'?

A million dollars from now, I won't remember you (I won't remember you)

A million dollars from now, I won't remember your ass (Yeah)

A million dollars from now, I won't remember you (I won't remember you)

A million dollars from now, I won't remember your ass

A million dollars from now

I won't remember you, I done forgot

I won't forget how I got what I got

Cry me a river 'cause I'm on a yacht

Stack night after night, after commas it's dots

Remind me, forgot that it's slime over thots

Don't make me pop, cast a nine on the opps

It's Tunechi and Titty Boi, minus the bra

Wait, a million dollars from now

I'ma feel like I'm a million dollars away

I done put all this ice on me, this Jesus Christ

It look like it cost a million dollars to pay

Lookin' like I make a million dollars a day

Fly as fuck, that's a flight with no delay

Wait, a million dollars from now

Got nine hundred nine-nine million dollars to make, shit

A million dollars from now, I won't remember you (I won't remember you)

A million dollars from now, I won't remember your ass (Yeah)

A million dollars from now, I won't remember you (I won't remember you)

A million dollars from now, I won't remember your ass

Crazy Thick lyrics - 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne

 [Lil Wayne:]

Hell no

Hell no, I didn't perform at this bad ass bitch birthday party recently

She was crazy stupid thick

(Thick, thick, thick, thick, thick, thick, thick, thick)

(Thick, thick, thick, thick, thick, thick, thick, thick)

I fuck BBW, N-E-W, R-A-W

Still don't cum in you, still beat W, N-E-W, R-A-W, still don't come

I fuck BBW, N-E-W, R-A-W

Still don't cum in you, stick my thumb and I still go dumb in a bad ass bitch

I fuck BBW, N-E-W, R-A-W

Still don't cum in you, still go dumb in you, stick my thumb in you

Both legs up, I'm finna go fuckin' you

Fuck from the back, that's pillow to smother you

Shut the fuck up, I don't hear no mumblin'

Eat the bitch up then spit my gum in it (Bad ass bitch)

Ooh, she thick thick (Ooh)

I hit her ass with that heavy dick (Ooh)

She wear them pants, they fit fit (Ooh)

Pussy so fat got an imprint (Ooh)

Pussy so fat got an imprint (Ooh)

She got that ass with that lift lift (Ooh)

She throw it back like a quick pitch (Ooh)

I hit that shit like I'm Ken Griffey, alright

Ooh, she super bad, alright

She got a stupid ass, alright

I know what to do with that, alright

Skeet in her booty crack, alright

Ooh, she thick thick (Uh)

I don't give a fuck 'bout no big tits (Uh)

I can't do nothin' with no lil' bitch

I can't do nothin' with no lil' bitch, I can't do nothin' with no lil' bitch

I can't do nothin' with no lil' bitch, I can't do nothin' with no lil' bitch

I can't do nothin' with no lil' bitch (Uh)

[Lil Wayne (2 Chainz):]

I fuck BBW, N-E-W, R-A-W

Still don't cum in you, still beat W, N-E-W, R-A-W, still don't come

I fuck BBW, N-E-W, R-A-W

Still don't cum in you, stick my thumb and I still go dumb in a bad ass bitch

I fuck BBW, N-E-W, R-A-W

Still don't cum in you, still go dumb in you, stick my thumb in you

Both legs up, I'm finna go fuckin' you

Fuck from the back, that's pillow to smother you

Shut the fuck up, I don't hear no mumblin'

Eat the bitch up then spit my gum in it (Yeah, Toni)

[2 Chainz:]

Know a bad ass bitch, you can't have that bitch

Put a rubber at the head of the magic stick

How mad she look, I'm like, yeah, she thick

Head wig killer, her head is slick

Whole party straight, her wig get laid

Fuckin' on her in a tennis chain

Pussy so good, made me make my plan

Lickin' on me even killed my rain

She want some bands, alright, alright

Rover sedan, alright, alright

You know I ain't playin', alright, alright

I got a plan, alright, alright

I'm Peachtree hustlin', Southside customer, I got a strain to light

I went to paradise with a pair of dice, with a pair of dykes, hmm

With a pair of dykes, did you hear that?

[Lil Wayne:]

I fuck BBW, N-E-W, R-A-W

Still don't cum in you, still beat W, N-E-W, R-A-W, still don't come

I fuck BBW, N-E-W, R-A-W

Still don't cum in you, stick my thumb and I still go dumb in a bad ass bitch

I fuck BBW, N-E-W, R-A-W

Still don't cum in you, still go dumb in you, stick my thumb in you

Both legs up, I'm finna go fuckin' you

Fuck from the back, that's pillow to smother you

Shut the fuck up, I don't hear no mumblin'

Eat the bitch up then spit my gum in it (Bad ass bitch)

[Lil Wayne (2 Chainz):]

I can't do nothin' with no lil' bitch, I can't do nothin' with no lil' bitch

I can't do nothin' with no lil' bitch

Mula Baby

(Tru)

Transparency lyrics - 2 Chainz, Lil Wayne & Usher

 Life, life

Need you in my life

Need you in my life

(Hitmaka)

She said (2 Chainz), "It's so hard to reach"

Don't know what you're really lookin' for

Tell me if you need to

Tell me I'm the one you're lookin' for

Don't wanna be a secret

Transparency, when you look at me

You know I can teach you (Ooh, yeah)

"Teach you everything, show you everything" (2 Chainz)

I can't even lie, sometimes I ain't shit (Nah)

But I'd die for you, and that's some real shit (For real)

I finally got one that make me say, "This my shit"

She so thick, it's kinda hard to say skinny dip (Ooh)

Joint ventures, put the cribs in rotation (Yeah)

Yeah, I'm cuffin', put the pussy on probation (I did)

She need suntan lotion for this vacation

You might get a postcard from this location

She said, "It's so hard to reach" (Yeah)

Don't know what you're really lookin' for (Alright)

Tell me if you need to (To)

Tell me I'm the one you're lookin' for

Don't wanna be a secret

Transparency, when you look at me

You know I can teach you (Ooh)

Teach you everything, show you everything"

Transparency

What you see is what you get, that's clarity

See my heart through my eyes, that's magically

I see your soul through your clothes, that's anatomy

She see through me like binoculars, she got Cyclops in her

I see me in her esophagus like I got on oculars

I know you see us, no disguisin' us, no camouflagin' us

That love is obvious and transparent if you watchin' us

She said, "It's so hard to reach" (Yeah, oh)

Don't know what you're really lookin' for

Now tell me if you need to

Tell me I'm the one you're lookin' for

Don't wanna be a secret (No)

Transparency, when you look at me

You know I can teach you (Ooh)

Teach you everything, show you everything

My truth, 911, baby, it ain't got no roof (Alright)

Yeah, put you on the moon

Take you places like Tulum, then Cancún (Alright)

Oh, you don't need to be scared to touch your body

Your glue drippin' all on my body, huh

I ain't in a hurry, girl, you got me stuck

I can't get enough (Yeah)

It's so hard to reach (Oh)

Don't know what you're really lookin' for

Now tell me if you need to (Talk to me, talk to me, yeah)

Tell me I'm the one you're lookin' for

Don't wanna be a secret

Transparency, we don't let 'em see

You know I can teach you (Ooh)

Teach you everything, show you everything

It's okay, it's alright (Oh)

They gon' see you in your best tonight

It's alright, we gon' step out (Ooh)

They gon' see, with your hair down (Oh-oh)

Transparency (Oh) transparency

Thank you, we love you, peace

Significant Other lyrics - 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne

 [Part I]

Vicious lifestyle, gotta get my point across

Scary ass trap house, looks just like a haunted house

(Boo-boo, boo-boo, boo-boo, boo-boo, mm, brr)

Shoot that bitch and have 'em runnin' out

I got a plug, we ain't runnin' out

Runnin' O's, checkin' they bank account

Pretty bitch with the designer cloth

She boostin' shit and make it somersault

Look what I pulled up out the cookie jar

And got some game from Maurice and Bookie Ball

Real Atlanta legend, you got me fucked up

I'm a real dope boy, you got me fucked up

Now they lookin' at me like, "I think I'm stuck up"

And where was you when a nigga had me stuck up? (Where was you?)

Now I got my middle finger up, stuck up

I'm like a star in the sky, nigga, stuck up

You runnin' off of fumes, but I think I'm charged up

They seen me pull up, niggas know I'm bar'd up (Bar'd up)

An angel investor for a start up

I'm what you get when you drop coke in the water (Yeah)

They gon' try take me across the border, I'm so dope

Ask me did I wanna sell my soul, I said, "Nope" (No)

I ain't even sold the Porsche I had eleven years ago (I ain't sold)

I been hoardin' foreign rims, women, chains and clothes (Yeah)

When I leave the day party, yeah, I'm changin' clothes (Change)

Ain't got no time to chase you, I'm just chasin' O's

I'm tryna buy a better spot, I bought a case to go

I told her, "I'm nothin' like you thought, that was a case ago"

Or matter of fact, it was the case before

A trap nigga turned pop, I crossed over and left they ankles sore

I pop my shit, I pop an Addy, I been poppin', bro

Been popular, pushin' product at the Stop N Go

A real legend in the streets, you got me fucked up

I'm a real dope boy, you got me fucked up

I can't let you play me off the streets

I'ma go home with my girl tonight, wake up, say a prayer and eat

[Part II]

I want someone who's there for me

Without a guarantee

How can I be there for me? Hmm

(When I need company)

Consistency (Mula)

Is all I ever needed with you

And you put me through it

30, you a motherfuckin' fool, nigga (I need somebody)

I need somebody not just anybody, that special somebody

I don't be stressin' 'bout her, showin' less of her body

Long as they know that's for somebody, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)

No questions, no questions, her body, she don't be finessin' her body

She got that FR, FR, yeah, tell me about it

No, matter fact text me about it

One hundred emoji, I need you to keep it a hundred emoji

Need to know nobody comin' behind me

But when we fuck, I need you cumin' before me

I need you to love me like I should love me

Sing "How To Love", show me how to love me

And I mean that from the bottom of me

From the top floor to the lobby, lovely

I need love but I'm tired of searchin'

Clean tub, dirty shower curtains

No cap like bottle service

Need a road map to the hottest person

I'ma toe tap on the hottest surface

And this hard D probably got her thirsty

In the pussy, I don't show a lot of mercy

I'ma fuck her 'til she scream, "Lord, have mercy"

No controversy, just contraceptives

Contraband for the conscious effort

Prayer for strangers doin' stranger things

And baby, I cannot change a spotless leopard

Full time love, part time love, one time love, hard time love

In time love, love is on time love, long time love, all time love, all my love

I want someone (Yeah) who's there for me (Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah, I need somebody, I need somebody, girl)

Without a guarantee (Ooh, I need somebody, girl, ooh)

How can I be there for me? Hmm (Yeah, ooh, yeah)

Consistency

Is all I ever needed with you (Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah, ooh, ooh, ooh)

And you put me through it (For a part time love, yeah, yeah, I need somebody)

Scene 3: Ladies Man lyrics - 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne

 [50 Cent:]

Now I already told you how the block be

Shit go crazy

This can go left real fast

But you already know, everybody need somebody

Tune a real ladies man, he gon' play the guitar for the bitches

Now Toni a ladies man too

But that Kesha, now Kesha

She'll bust his motherfuckin' head wide open

She from Decatur

Thomasville to be exact, she don't play that shit

P.P.A. lyrics - 2 Chainz, Lil Wayne & Fabolous

 [2 Chainz:]

Let go, it's over

Chances ran out along the line

Let go forever

The love that we shared had faded in time

Let's pipe it up, let's go, yeah

Come on, come on, come on, come on

Let's go

Let go

True

Pretty pussy havin' ass, ha

Haha, Toni

I'm like "Who you gettin' mad at?" Gon' and send the address

You know you deserve the Pretty Pussy Award

I'm cold like the climate, once I get behind it

You know you deserve the Pretty Pussy Award (Uh)

I like it when it's waxed now, Toni with the facts now (Facts)

Late night, waffle house, we got matchin' hash browns

You got that stage presence, you say you schoolin' these hoes

Gon' and teach a lesson (Teach 'em)

My plane land at six, you got the landin' strip (Strip)

You like to take a bubble bath with the candle lit (Lit)

You can tell I'm the man by the manuscript (Yeah)

You know I play with the clit like a instrument (Let go)

I like that splash sound (Splash)

That squeaky shit, you can hear it in the background

Sound like I'm stirrin' mac and cheese in your lap now (Lap)

I hit it missionary, then I turn it back 'round (Facts now)

I'm like "Who you gettin' mad at?" Gon' and send the address

You know you deserve the Pretty Pussy Award (Yeah)

I'm cold like the climate, once I get behind it

You know you deserve the Pretty Pussy Award (Uh)

[Lil Wayne:]

Who you gettin' mad at? We ain't finna have that

Your pretty pussy perfect, pristine, pure, pecan ass

Diggin' and I'm searchin' like fiends lookin' in trash bags

Pump it 'til I squirt gasoline all on her gas mask

You deserve some hand claps, see through dress, saran wrap

No pantyhose, my hair wet, camel toe, giraffe neck

Play that ho like Grand Theft, it's not a game, she popped my chain

I popped a painkiller, she pop that pussy until papa came

Pretty Pussy Award, juicy, gushy couture

Booty softer than Velor, I fuck her until she snore

Aw-sooki, lookin' into her eyes

As they sparkle, I arrive

Treat her crib just like the red carpet

[2 Chainz (Fabolous):]

I'm like "Who you gettin' mad at?" Gon' and send the address

You know you deserve the Pretty Pussy Award (Yeah, you got it)

I'm cold like the climate (Yeah), once I get behind it (Hey)

You know you deserve the Pretty Pussy Award

[Fabolous:]

Look, only thing better than pussy is new pussy

And the only thing beat new pussy is two pussies

Heard that thing squirtin' and shit, Fruit Gushers

And I had to make sure it went down, two flushes

Yeah, that ass look soft as a couch, two cushions

And that mouth like a Slurpee machine, blue slushie

Red slushie, that brain have 'em payin' tuition

Every nigga want some of that P that you pushin' (Let go)

I don't wanna give you, I just wanna award you

I don't wanna buy you, I just wanna reward you

So you can let them hoes know who the winner is

I said, let them hoes know who the winner is

[2 Chainz:]

I'm like "Who you gettin' mad at?" Gon' and send the address

You know you deserve the Pretty Pussy Award (Yeah, yeah)

I'm cold like the climate (Yeah), once I get behind it (Yeah)

You know you deserve the Pretty Pussy Award (Yeah)

Let go

Oprah & Gayle lyrics - 2 Chainz, Lil Wayne & Benny the Butcher

 [2 Chainz:]

Collegrove

Checkerboard luggage, Ramen in the cupboard

I left Art Basel with a sculpture

You listening to the lyrical nunchuck chuckle at dumbfucks

Vocals warmed up, beyond Ford tough

I kept my lawn cut, mispell and conduct

I got my arm out the window of an armed truck

It's Teamster Union when you hear the trucks roll up

On Cleveland Avenue, made plays at the Kroger

Came up on cold cuts, heart got a hole in it, bank got a roll in it

The Cessna Citation came with a pole in it

The Cullinan so big, it need a stove in it

Now that's deep, I just dove in it

The closet came with garage doors

The Goyard is on all fours, I do this shit for encores

I did this shit in Tom Ford, they said I'm wrong for it

I'm so fly, I looked at her and said, "Get on board"

It's the man, it's the myth, in the midst of the mix

With the M's on my mind, in Maui taking pics

Motivated by more, that mean I want more of this

I want more jewelry, more cars, I want more cribs

What you expect from a kid

That grew up with his stomach touching his rib?

Echos coming from out the fridge

My papa was a rolling stone, I thought you knew that

Don't smoke no cig but I'll shoot that, true facts

[Lil Wayne:]

Nah'mean?

My lighter St. Laurent

Yeah, that St. Laurent fire

You gotta hold your hand midair when you do a verse like this

Yeah

Uh, hoppin' out or slide out, runnin' through a walkthrough

Coupe on big wheels like a pony wearin' horse shoes

Tall money, short fuse, long money, long ooh

Champagne Papi part two, she my corkscrew

Tattoos over war wounds, wrist look like it's on Zoom

Neck look like anime or cartoons, art to 'em

I got the spikes on the Gucci, look like Bart to 'em

Gimmie the Nikes, lemme add some Comme Des Garcons to 'em

Stunt man, verses in my lunch bag, rappers on my launch pad

Chopper make 'em do the Kris Kross or make 'em jump dance

Lump somes, hump bands

What's a young man without a check? Just a Jumpman

Fuck that, Jordan meme

I'ma sip some lean, get a ting and go quarantine

I'ma get some bling let it bling like some Oil Sheen

I'ma put some fuckin' princess cuts on a queen

And I keep all of the chin check stubs I redeem

This our team, my regimen, I'm a higher being

Purple smoke, fire green, sweet 'n' sour cream

Peakin' higher now we towering, peak position

Give my people power, now we power fiends, it's addiction

Feelin' like a boxer steppin' out the ring, you swing, you missin'

Critically thinkin' 'bout the critics up in critical condition

I'm in pitiful condition, scratch that but who was itchin'?

Teamsters, the Union did it

Tune and Tity, Young Money, T.R.U. Religion

It's some Teamsters shit

This a Saint Laurent lighter, woo!

I got "stoner-virus," baby

Ho right there, she got "Patron-a-virus," hmm-mm

And ho over there, she wouldn't let me fuck

So now she got "loney-virus", alright

Ayy, stop leasin' niggas

We gotta get that "homeowner-virus" like me

[Benny The Butcher:]

Yo, they was laughin', but we was smart drug trafficking

We was sharks (Uh-huh)

I had to chase the paper down 'til we trapped the money in vaults

Kinda crazy, my last bid was the shortest and she ain't wait for me

Spent half my twenties in prison and aged gracefully

For paper, you know we grind, place a wager

And you'll be fine (Uh-huh)

I put my fork down now every major want me to sign

Left the hood for Hollywood

It wasn't worth being famous (It wasn't worth it)

Where every chick got a Beamer and a personal trainer (Ha-ha)

I'm into business moves, she into Paris fashion (Uh-huh)

It cost me at least twenty grand a year on her hair and lashes

Love I done inherited, music was both of my parents' passion

My name come up when you talkin' dope and comparing classics (Uh-huh, uh-huh)

Stare at me good, 'cause this how pressure look

They want my spot but tryna skip every step I took

I wish 'em the best of luck

I asked a question, and he gave me an answer

That still left a nigga confused like Brady in Tampa

Back home, I'm one of the Narcos, semi autos

Dodge fans like New York City potholes

Yeah, the OGs think that it's funny, money made me more hungry

'Cause majority wait til they chubby and then get comfy, nah

Get that first case then you learn to appreciate

All the risks you gotta take to turn a Ford to a Wraith (Uh-huh)

I'm checkin' in on my hood, like I hope all is well

I'm still close to my scale, we like Oprah and Gayle

[Outro:]

You get a Rollie, you get a Rollie

You get a Rollie! You get a Rollie!

Everybody gets a Rollie!

You get a Rollie, you get a Rollie

You get a Rollie too!

Everybody gets a Rollie!

Shame lyrics - 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne

 Yeah (Nah), dig (Ha)

(Nah, nah, real flame)

What, what, what, wala

Ha-ha-ha (Flame him over, right, good God)

Haha

Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga

Trip, uh, stain a nigga (Blaow)

Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga

Trip, stain a nigga (Blaow)

I got thirty a clip, one in the throat (Throat)

Rhyme flow thirty below, I'm thirty and O, uh (Woo)

Pink pussy, take it to go, hell of a show (Hell)

Rings, chains, elegant, though, better than most

You know I gotta stand on that shit, stay on my post (Uh)

2 Chainz and Wayne like Rae and Ghost (Ghost)

I wish you all luck, now let's make a toast (Cheers)

Got my girl in the buckets, speed up your pulse (Nyoom)

She a cutie pie, I ate all the crust (All the crust)

And I move the weight, I got all results (All results)

Long ass joint, look like a MARTA bus (MARTA)

I asked the fans who loved me, they like, "All of us" (Yeah)

Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga

Trip, uh, stain a nigga (Blaow)

Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga

Trip, stain a nigga (Blaow)

Collegrove 2, shame on you

I will leave your homie brains on you, then aim for you

Wayne and 2 Chainz goin' Wu-Tang on you

All we need is a track, and we run a train on you, choo

Snap, crackle, pop, don't worry, it's lobster tail

The bezel on the watch cost more than the watch itself

I don't do tick-tock like a Rollie, but watch yourself

You just like a pimple 'til I make you pop yourself

Five star, bitch, I got bars like a phone that just got charged

So like Bruce Willis, I die hard

My God, you catch feelings, that's my fault

Feelings hurt, I put them on I-R

Drop off in R times R, not four

But I'm sure, that the shit I wore was Tom Ford

Keep a shotgun on me like I love the great outdoors

Pockets fat as fuck, look like they need to get out more, bars

Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga (Shame)

Trip, uh, stain a nigga (Blaow)

Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga (Yeah, yeah)

Trip, stain a nigga (Blaow)

Collegrove 2, shame on you

Shame on you

Collegrove 2, shame on you

I will leave your homie brains on you, then aim for you, baow

Collegrove

Chainz and Wayne, nigga, we like Chef and Ghost

It's true and mula, trula, baby

Sicker than Wu now, baby

Bars lyrics - 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne

 Yeah

Yeah, gotta be comin' hard on them Havoc beats, you feel me?

My basic outlook, the out crook the man on the side

'Fore we hit the driveway, got my hand on her thighs

Touchin' the sky, I could skateboard in the cloud

Put 'em on some much loud that they won't make sound

This that body walk nonchalant, don't make sense

Like a nigga with dreads tryna own his own barber shop

Heart not hard to stop, take a new whip then karate chop

Turn the fuckin' top to a halter top

Concrete jungle, I'll fuck Jane though

Industry, a bunch of niggas swing on the same rope

Sit in the same room, fuck on the same ho

We on different planes if we is in the same boat

Captivate 'em and creative

Potato head, turn 'em into mashed potatoes

My town is greater, downtown Decatur

Went to Pin Ups to pound, pound a waitress

Niggas might as well smoke a pound of hatred

Take a shot of jealousy and use a clown to chase it

Heard some niggas try to say that my style is basic

Told 'em sit back with they style adjacent

Ran up in they crib like my stylist Jason

Mask on, black card, minds is racist

Met a girl named Victory, I can taste it

I got a bigger crib 'cause I replaced it

Uh, got a disease called bars

Bars, yeah

Got a disease called bars

Bars

I, I give it to ya

I, I give it to ya

I give it to ya

I, I give it to ya

Uh, bastard flow, I had to though, I'm natural and practical

Infatuated with the dope, fanatical, banana clip, you're apple though

I got more tools than Apple Store

You're screwed up and now them goons is at your door with ransom notes

And we gon' need some answers though, answer more

Your modern family can suddenly become a canceled show, that's standard though

I have your cousin be the one to cut your throat, my standards low

I'm from New Orleans, you either be man or hoe and now they know

You mash and go and cash it slow, whatever go and that you know

Got more techs than Apple Store, I have more sex than Scorpios

And I don't text or call them hoes, restaurant 'em all them hoes

I slept with foreign hoes that only heard Tha Carter IV

It's all for sure, it's all a hoax, Rebeccas to Rosarios

I'm sorry for the hoes that get portrayed as sorry hoes

I'm sorry, hoes, but that's just how the story goes

Who are these hoes? Who bought these hoes?

I thought these hoes was for us all, my dawg proposed, Lord

His cards exposed, his heart explode, his broads opposed, Lord

His market's closed, he parched, he's cold, she sparked the stove, Lord

She washed the clothes, she fold the clothes, she on her toes, Lord

He lost control, forgot the bitch was on the pole, Lord!

And oh, Lord, I bought some bitches from the road home

Told her, "Watch over them bitches like a fuckin' drone"

And hold on, I'm so gone, I'm in my more zone

Cough syrup 'til my cold gone, Tunechi, bitch

Uh, got a disease called bars

Bars, yeah

Got a disease called bars

Bars

I, I give it to ya

I, I give it to ya

I give it to ya

I, I give it to ya

I give it to ya, I give it to ya

I give it to ya, I give it to ya

I give it to ya, I give it to ya

I give it to ya, I give it to ya (I give it to ya)

I give it to ya, I give it to ya

I give it to ya, I give it to ya

I give it to ya, I give it to ya

I give it to ya

Scene 4: No Fent lyrics - 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne

 Okay, yo, yo, yo

Hold up, hold on, ayy, what's up, bro?

I just got some intel

Aight, bro, talk to me

This is some kids tryin' to take over the block sellin' this bullshit Fentanyl that gon' fuck around and kill off the clientele

Fiine, look [?]

We sellin' that straight drop, you understand that?

That clean, you know what I mean?

[?] shit

These motherfuckers come around here fuckin' up the vibes

And when the bodies come, bodies come, police come

It's gon' fuck up everything, we gon' fuck around and have to go to war

Godzilla lyrics - 2 Chainz, Lil Wayne & Vory

 [Part I]

Sometimes I feel like Scarface in Miami

Gettin' head behind the curtains, five percent tinted

It's not pretty, ooh, it's not pretty (Ooh, yeah)

It's not pretty, let the window down so they can see who's in it (Ayy)

They know I'm a big dog, where I'm from, I'm a big dog

They call me I'm a big dog, where I'm from, I'm a big dog

They know I'm a big dog, where I'm from, I'm a big dog

Intercept that package when it touch down and get big dogged

Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah

Richer than my opps, make all them niggas call me, nah, nah

Richer than my opps, make all them niggas call me big bro

'Cause they know how the game goes

They know when it pours it rains, at least it still rains though

They know when it pours it rains, they know that it rains though

They don't want 'em pissed off, take the red up out the rainbow

And turn to Rambo

They know I'm a big dog, where I'm from, I'm a big dog, ooh, yeah

[Part II]

Okay

Hundreds on the coaster, got my shoes all on the sofa (Sofa)

I used to be broke and thangs, chain like Sammy Sosa (Sosa)

Money counter loader, I told shorty to come over (Over)

I been takin' shrooms, I'm the opposite of sober (Sober)

Military minded, I got it from my pops (Pops)

Son of a gun, got a fetish for them Glocks (Glocks)

Fuck that conversation, I want mine off the top (Top)

I'm my motivation, I walk it like I talk (Talk)

I'm a big P rocker, Balenciaga jugga (Jugga)

She know that she love me, call me "baby" like a toddler (Toddler)

When I'm on stage, that shit feel like home (Yeah)

When I'm in her mouth, that shit feel a lukewarm (Okay)

Two-tone Patek, whole wrist two-toned

Catch up to this Maybach, pass the Grey Poupon

I got blinds in my whip like a condo nigga (Condo)

Heat on me in the mornin' like Alonzo, nigga

Toni

What's a gorilla to Godzilla? (Yeah)

What's a gorilla to Godzilla? (Yeah)

What's a gorilla to Godzilla? (Yeah)

What's a gorilla? Ain't none-illa

Above the rim, Lambo chop with the rim, yeah

Trappin' out the gym, rose gold Patek with the gems, yeah

Big drip, big drip, I'm the shit

Let a big booty bitch have a feel on this dick

Let a juicy mouth bitch come and spit on this dick

Then she suck everythng and she spit on this dick, yeah

Big seal, I ain't sippin' that shit, let that shit seal

Then I'm crackin' that shit like a pencil

Leanin' back when I'm tryna sit still

Percocets, I'm a fan, baby, make the sports car dance, baby

I drop a few grands, baby

Now go and grab mama's grand baby, God damn, baby

What's a gorilla to Godzilla? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

What's a gorilla to Godzilla? (Yeah, what's a gorilla to Godzilla?)

What's a gorilla to Godzilla? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

What's a gorilla? Ain't none-illa (What's a gorilla? Ain't non-illa)

Hollygrove and Colle' Park

He had lines wrote, he dinosaurs

Got a hundred thou' on the ironin' board

Make her count out loud when she count it for us

Long days and bad days

Have calm days and rampage

From the wrong way to, yeah, that way

To the cover page from the last page, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

I'm in first place in this drag race

Ain't no first aid for the last place (Ayy, ayy)

And my birth place is a bad place (Ayy), but I save face (Ayy, ayy)

Eyes quick to put my hands straight (Ayy, ayy)

No astronauts in my head space

Kill a gorilla, that's a dead ape, hurr

Crown Snatcher lyrics - 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne

 [Intro:]

Murda on the beat so it's not nice

[Lil Wayne:]

I'm a crown snatcher, I'm a crown snatcher

I'm a crown snatcher, I'm a crown snatcher

Send blood hounds at you, send my rounds at you

Spit some rounds at you, you round catcher

Bitch, I'm an eye catcher, I got that wow factor

Got her seeing stars, she thought she had died and gone to NASA

I'm 'bout to buy me a dancer, she got that body enhancement

She got that face stretching and now lil mami elastic

I'm a soul taker, fuck the law makers

'Cause I'm a case catcher, my lawyer get paid extra

Yeah, I'm a ho snatcher, but if that ho ratchet

I'ma Joe Jackson, I'm just old-fashioned

Need a gold statue, front of my big gold mansion

I got some good brown skin, I look like gold satin

Rose gold Patek, call it Rosemary

Different color diamonds lookin' like a bowl of salad

A bowl of salad with more than twenty-four karats

White styrofoam cup glowin' like a gold chalice

I was in Hollygrove growin' up by Rose Tavern

I'll take a nigga queen, let my hoes have her

'Cause I'm a crown snatcher (Yeah, yeah), I'm a crown snatcher (Yeah, yeah)

I'm a crown snatcher (Yeah, yeah), I'm a crown snatcher (Yeah, yeah)

Send blood hounds at you, send my rounds at you

Spit some rounds at you, you a round catcher, bitch

I'm a eye catcher (Ooh), I got that wow factor

Got her seeing stars, she thought she done died and gone to NASA

'Bout to buy me a dancer, she got that body enhancement

She got that face stretching and now lil mami elastic

[2 Chainz:]

Toni! Money, money, money, no shit

Necklace on my wrist, this sound like Carter VI

Most these rappers get a sex change when they get too rich

Seem like soon they get some mils, they turn into a bitch (Alright)

It's like the bathroom out of order, we ain't takin' your shit

All I gotta say is "2 Chainz" and it's a radio hit

She got a small waist, thick, pretty face and shit

Goyard sittin' next to me like we in a relationship

Young Mula, been poppin' since your first computer (Yeah)

You bought that chain? You need to go somewhere and beat up your jeweler (Beat his ass)

To feed my family, I had to use two packs of noodles (True)

I'll snatch the crown off your medulla

[Lil Wayne:]

'Cause I'm a crown snatcher (Yeah, yeah), I'm a crown snatcher (Yeah, yeah)

I'm a crown snatcher (Yeah, yeah), I'm a crown snatcher (Yeah, yeah)

Send blood hounds at you, send my rounds at you

Spit some rounds at you, you a round catcher, bitch

I'm an eye catcher (Ooh), I got that wow factor

Got her seeing stars, she thought she done died and gone to NASA

'Bout to buy me a dancer, she got that body enhancement

She got that face stretching and now lil mami elastic

Can't Believe You lyrics - 2 Chainz, Lil Wayne & Rick Ross

 I can't believe you, mane

For real

No, I can't, I can't, I can't believe you (Yeah)

(You know I can't, you know I can't) I can't believe you

No, I can't, I can't, I can't believe you (Not gettin' pussy 'til you got money ass niggas)

(You know I can't) I can't believe you

I can't, I can't believe you

(You know I can't, you know I can't) I can't believe you

No, I can't, I can't, I can't believe you (You know I can't, you know I can't)

Uh, rivalry appear, cauliflower his ear

Multi-task, count cash, drive dodgin' a deal

The Moncler is clear, you can see the bodyguard

My circumference surrounded in fog, yellow wrist corn on the cob

I know you was a façade, I know you want me starve

I know you want me to bleed, I see the feign in your heart

Don't know the pain in my heart, just see the paint on my cars

Know I'm the same as a king, know I'm the same as a God

Don't have to say anything, they can still tell us apart

Know I'm not leavin' my wife if they try to tear us apart

Know I'm not leavin' this life is they try to make us abort

Kept callin' 12 on us, know that that make us annoyed

Went to the mountain top with a shield, cross and a sword

Keep eatin' rappers, so they say I'm a cannibal

Can't blame me, I'ma hold 'em accountable

No, I can't, I can't, I can't believe you (Yeah)

(You know I can't, you know I can't) I can't believe you

No, I can't, I can't, I can't believe you (Not gettin' pussy 'til you got money ass niggas, haha)

(You know I can't) I can't believe you

I can't, I can't believe you

(You know I can't, you know I can't) I can't believe you

No, I can't, I can't, I can't believe you (You know I can't, you know I can't)

Maybach Music

Convictions will turn your common sense to commissary

Convinced that your co-defendants keep it honorary

Catchin' the bus is where you had those conversations

Let's patch our money up and drop a compilation (Huh)

Road to riches, niggas out here rentin' Rolls

Lackin' mackin' got these here niggas rentin' hoes

Hustle backwards, movin' mom into a rented home

You got some money, homie, but you did it wrong

You think of bitches as opportunities money make

I look at blessings as lessons, and pray for one a day

Can't believe all these niggas be sweet as funnel cake

I'm from the era of dope boys versus Ronald Reagan (M-M-M)

Eyes wide, on your back, breathin' on the pavement

Shots fired half a block, played for the Lakers

Started as the shorties in the class misbehavin' (Uh)

Another nigga dead just because he made it (Maybach Music)

No, I can't, I can't, I can't believe you (Yeah)

(You know I can't, you know I can't) I can't believe you

No, I can't, I can't, I can't believe you (Not gettin' pussy 'til you got money ass niggas, haha)

(You know I can't) I can't believe you

I can't, I can't believe you

(You know I can't, you know I can't) I can't believe you

No, I can't, I can't, I can't believe you (Collegrove, you know I can't, you know I can't, I can't believe you)

Un-fuckin'-believable, I don't fuckin' believe in you

I'll get you shot up in front of a cathedral, and in front of the media

That's from me to you

Heard the feds been meetin' you, a whole lot of shit that you've been agreein' to

Who you speakin' to? You foreign to me, nigga, that's the European you

You should hate bein' you, one of these choppa bullets'll make three of you

Pull up in the vehicle, pow, pull off laughin' lookin' in the rear view

Ain't no tellin' what we'll do when it's them or me, him or me, or me or you

Watch how the semi do, it'll turn the grizzly into Winnie Pooh

Believe that, no Corona, I'ma pull up in a fuckin' ski mask

Niggas rattin' on us and I'm too grown to be a Chuck E. Cheese fan

He mad, smokin' the strong, the blunt is longer than me hand

OG strains, stay in my zone but sometimes known to freelance

Pecan skin tone, but redbone when she mad

And she can, watch the throne or kiss my royalty ass

I can't believe you, quarterback to wide receiver

Can't trust you far as I can throw you, far as I can see you

Un-fuckin'-believable, they don't want the presence

No, I can't, I can't, I can't believe you (Yeah)

(You know I can't, you know I can't) I can't believe you

No, I can't, I can't, I can't believe you (Not gettin' pussy 'til you got money ass niggas, haha)

(You know I can't) I can't believe you

I can't, I can't believe you

(You know I can't, you know I can't) I can't believe you

No, I can't, I can't, I can't believe you (I can't belive you, you know I can't, you know I can't, I can't believe you)

I can't, I won't, I don't, I ain't gon' believe you

I can't, I can't

I just can't believe you

I can't believe you

Scene 5: Never Was Lost lyrics - 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne

 Yeah, I tried to tell you things could get real nasty

Turns out them boys had to take back somethin' that was never lost

[?], you hear me?

Collegrove

Moonlight lyrics - 2 Chainz, Lil Wayne & Marsha Ambrosius

 Incoming

Woah-oh

Woah-oh

Woah-oh

Why don't we just run away? (Run)

Run away (Run)

To the moonlight (Light)

Be who we are

We can run away (Run)

Run away (Run)

But to be soon, I (I)

Want to be so high

High, high, high

To the moonlight

But to be soon, I (Yeah, Toni)

Want to be so high (Uh)

Broken English, on Rome, teach you, corrected

Had to eat with her, had to 'fore I heard of Doctor Sebi

Mama got a new boyfriend, I know it won't affect me

'Cause I been the man of this house, this nigga gon' respect me, uh

When I sold dope, it held depression (Yeah)

When I fuck her 'fore, it held depression

I was broke during my adolescence (Damn)

Need money counters for my blessings (Blessings)

The essence of fluorescent light, I rock, you feel protection

I keep her legs separate like aromas on my dresser (Dresser)

I fell in love and put her in the ring like a wrestler, yes, sir

Before I heard of Tesla, I was the plug

I used to hate when nobody showed me love, come on

Why don't we just run away? (Run)

Run away (Run)

To the moonlight (Yeah)

Be who we are

We can run away (Run)

Run away (Run away)

But to be soon, I (I)

Want to be so high

High, high, high

To the moonlight (Yeah)

But to be soon, I (Uh)

Want to be so high

Uh, young Tune in the booth like a cocoon

Shinin' like the moonlight, full clip for a full moon

Hotter than the sunlight, summer time, 12PM, noon

Tyson in the gun fight, Floyd Mayweather in June

All year round, homie, I hunt with my mouth foamin'

On the prowl, roamin', fuckin' the world without moanin'

On the hot corner like Josh Norman since Pop Warner

Moonlights, the cop lights, the spotlights, they spot on us

Amen, they better throw some prayers up, hope they land

I'll give 'em three to they hat before I give 'em a chance

Satan, sippin' lean like moonshine out they can

And they ran to the moonlight and ran into the Moon Man, bitch

Why don't we just run away? (Run)

Run away (Run)

To the moonlight (Light)

Be who we are (Big)

We can run away (Run)

Run away (Run)

But to be soon, I (I)

Want to be so high

High, high, high

To the moonlight

But to be soon, I

Want to be so high

High, high, high

To the moonlight

But to be soon, I

Want to be so high

Woah-oh

Woah-oh

Woah-oh

Woah-oh

Woah-oh

Woah-oh

mixtape: Tha Fix Before Tha VI (2023)

 

• Act Up
• Birds
• Slip
• Kat Food
• Tuxedo
• To The Bank
• Chanel No. 5
• No New Bitches
• Tity Boi
• Good Morning
• Kant Nobody (Bonus Track)

Act Up lyrics - Lil Wayne & Jon Batiste

 Uh, I put bitches on and they turned on me

They throw that pussy at me then throw dirt on me

But, I know bitches change, so, I'm used to it

And, I'm stuck up in my ways, so, I get like this

When I hit it from the back, you turn your back on me

You turn your back on me

Why you turn your back on me?

You turn your back on me, think that's why I act like this

That's why I act like this

Think that's why I act like this

That's why I act like this

That's why I act up

Stunt hard, act a ass, bitch don't test me

You know I'm a cut class, bitch, I go hard

Leave the past in the past, huh

She say I'ma end up by myself, but I ain't mad 'bout it

I brought hoes in here

I brought drugs and hoes in here

I see my five in here, he told me my slime in here

R.I.P., the Percocet got nigga restin' in pieces

Ooh, I bust on the shit and her breasts, she gon' wear it and eat it

Ooh, I put the dope dick on her best friend, they sharin' a needle

Ooh, I play with her clit' like a tech 'til my fingers are bleedin'

Uh, I smell all of the lies on her breath when she tell me she need me

Uh, I put bitches on and they turned on me

They throw that pussy at me then throw dirt on me

But, I know bitches change, so, I'm used to it

I'm stuck up in my ways, so, I get like this

Hit it from the back, you turn your back on me

She turned her back on me

Why you turn your back on me?

You turn your back on me, think that's why I act like this

That's why I act like this

Think that's why I act like this

That's why I act like this

Uh, I'm so careful, but, today, I can care less

Beat my chest

She so bashful, but she made me squeeze her neck

Held her breathe

She so carin', but, tonight she just don't care for her

So unwell, when and where? We might go there, we need air

I won't hurt you, I won't hurt you, it's a virtue, and I'm too weak to wait

If I hurt you, I reimburse you

Uh, I put bitches on and they turned on me

They throw that pussy at me then throw dirt on me

But, I know bitches change, so, I'm used to it

You got me stuck up in my ways like glue, lil' bitch

I hit it from the back, she turned her back on me

She turned her back on me

Why you turn your back on me?

You turn your back on me, think that's why I act like this

That's why I act like this

Think that's why I act like this

That's why I act like this

Think that's why I act up

Birds lyrics - Lil Wayne

 (M-M-M-Murda)

I got them birds, so many birds, it is absurd

I got them Percs, so many Percs

So many colors, they look like Nerds

When it come to numbers, bitch, I'm a nerd

I'm doin' numbers, bitch, I got birds

I got 'em hummin', I got 'em twerkin'

I got 'em jumpin', I got a servant

I got a butler, I got a worker

I got a runner, she got a Birkin

I got my gun in it in case you lurkin'

First she ain't fuck with cocaine, she converted

I gave her too much of the yay, she got nervous

I put my thumb in lil' bitch, she squirting

I put some beads on her waist and her girdle

I put that ho in the air on commercial

I sent her all the way down with them turkeys

Tiger Woods in the Sunday clothes

I sell whole birds, I don't do wings, this ain't Buffalo, bitch

Whole bunch of vultures, whole bunch of crows, bitch

I'm the Eagle Street Russell Crowe

I'm too cold to be a hot boy

And, I got birds flyin' south, boy

Yeah, I'm too brrrr to be a hot boy

I got them birds by the flock, boy, yeah

I'm too cold to be a hot boy

I'm too brrrr to be a hot boy

I make them birds sing like choir boy

Free as a bird in the clouds, boy, yeah

I got them birds, birds, I got them birds, word, I got them birds

I got them birds furs, get 'em and brrr, I made 'em "prr, prr"

All these birds, damn, I'm 'bout to serve

Yeah, I'm servin' them birds

Ahead of the curb, yeah, I'm 'bout to swerve fast

Flag red as a bird

All of these feathers, damn

All these treasures, remember to always measure

Always business, yeah, never pleasure

Remember, always, never

Wings stretchin', yeah, both directions, yeah, always flexin'

Charge him extra

I got Big Birds, you need Tweety, call Sylvester

Tiger Woods, I got birdies dawg

If it's a drought, it snap my finger, all the birds gone fall

No discounts, fuck you mean? You talkin' bird shit, dawg

Number thirty-three, sell the jersey, bitch

I'm too cold to be a hot boy

Got them birds flyin' south, boy

Yeah, I'm too brrrr to be a hot boy

Got them birds by the flock, boy, yeah

I'm too cold to be a hot boy

I'm too brrrr to be a hot boy

I got more birds than you got clout, boy

Free as a bird in the clouds, boy

I got them birds, so many birds, it is absurd

I got them Percs, so many Percs

So many colors, they look like Nerds

When it come to numbers, bitch, I'm a nerd

I'm doin' numbers, bitch, I got birds

I got 'em hummin', I got 'em twerkin'

I got 'em jumpin', I got a servant

I got a butler, I got a worker

I got a runner, she got a Birkin

I got my gun in it in case you lurkin'

First she ain't fuck with cocaine, she converted

I gave her too much of the yay, she got nervous

I put my thumb in lil' bitch, she squirting

I put some beads on her waist and her girdle

I put that ho in the air on commercial

I sent her all the way down with them turkeys

It's Tiger Woods

Slip lyrics - Lil Wayne

 Huh

South Beach, Spring, California, Autumn, Winter

I ain't talkin' shit, I'm garglin' the toilet water

Ballin' harder, Glock 40 on me, that's the party starter

In the cell starin' at the bars like I'm on the charger

Came out at a hundred percent, money to spend

Nothin' to lose and somethin' to win, once and again

Jump in the pool with her and her friend, none of us swim

Bussin' the moves like bumps on her skin, nuts on her chin

Fuckin' with Tune just doesn't make sense, gun in my clench

Gun is so huge, I can't tuck it in, it's cuttin' my wind

Chuggin' the juice, my cup got a twin

This one is for Pimp, this one is for Screw and this one is for Nip

Pour out and sip

Bubble gum cookin' banana leaves flip, Nevada heat list

Champagne, Tropicana, sweet blend

Cabana weekend

Bitches tannin', poppin' Xannies, deep end

Barely blinkin', twirlin' on the dick like ballerinas

And balance beamin'

Y'all niggas like extra skin on my dick

Y'all niggas like extra skin on my dick

And y'all bitches look excellent on my dick

Y'all bitches go equestrian on my dick

Go extra-terrestrial on my dick

Head spinnin' like the Exorcist on my dick

Y'all niggas like extra skin on my dick

Y'all niggas like my exes still on my dick

Y'all niggas like extra ticks on my shit

Don't slip on this banana, could get y'all ass split

Hella bullets and an extra link, full as clip

Trigger puller with an extra strength, good ass grip

Y'all niggas like extra skin on my dick

Y'all niggas die, X'ing 'em off my list

Y'all niggas like lesbian, y'all might kiss

Y'all niggas like protection, nigga, y'all might slip (Bah)

Same one summer, Suede winter off

Talkin' prices, goin' back and forward like a tennis ball

Talkin' business, guns start ringin', that's a business call

It's only business, take a nigga chain like it's his business card

Clips extended, hangin' out the banger, that's extension cards

He's a pussy, he can't do a thing, now that's just menopause

Bitch made and I'm the switchblade that's sharper than a sword

I gotta stay up, 'cause who gon' catch a blade when it fall?

Politickin' in the penthouse like it's the Pentagon

And we feedin' sharks on the yacht, throwin' niggas off

Can't believe the thots ever thought they'd threw a nigga off

Archer greens, sparks red dots glowin' in the dark

Heavy is the head that wears the crown, and all my pillows soft

Talkin' all that gangsta shit, I love this sound of pillow talk

Steady is the hand that whip around the pot, I'm kitchen smart

Becky give me head, open her so wide, I hit her heart

Becky give me head, and use no Uzi, that's for intercourse

Becky give me head, and use my pubic hair as dental floss

Then of course, I put on all red, hop up in a Porsche

Fast lane, it's a man's game, meet me center court

In this sport, twenty-four seven/24/7 no 8, nigga

Mamba mentality but we ain't got no snakes with us

They slither, diamonds in mouth look like I ate glitter

And bae brought her bae with her, double play, nigga, oh

Y'all niggas like, y'all niggas

Y'all niggas like extra skin on my dick

Y'all niggas like extra skin on my dick

And y'all bitches look excellent on my dick

Y'all bitches go equestrian on my dick

Y'all niggas like extra skin on my dick

Y'all niggas like my exes still on my dick

Y'all niggas like extra ticks on my shit

Y'all niggas like protection, nigga, y'all might slip (Bah)

Kat Food lyrics - Lil Wayne

 I'm day dreaming

I'm codeining

I'm slow walking

I'm floating, Houdini

My ho, she screaming

For more, she fiending

I just turned her daydreams to wet dreams, no bikini

Ooh, no bikini

Ooh, no demeanor

I just put it all up in her face, woah, Noxzema

Bad bitches all up on my case, no subpoena

Cat hanging out that cat suit

Ooh, Serena

Ooh, Serena

Ooh, Serena

Cat hanging out that cat suit

Ooh, Serena

Woah, I eat her

Like, hyena

Come here, girl, I got that cat food

Ooh, Purina

Ooh, Purina

It's wet, Katrina

Cat hanging out that cat suit

Ooh, that cheetah

Ooh, I eat her

Like, hyena

Come here, girl, I got that cat food

Ooh, Purina

My AK-47 got my 40 jealous

Green goblin, she red robbing, we look like watermelon

Last nigga gave me stank eye, I let the coroner smell him

Everybody screaming "Thank God," I tell them all "You're welcome"

We be popping X for breakfast, so say, "Good morning, Malcolm"

Money need a home and my pockets look like a homeless shelter

She anxious, she obsessive over them Franklins

Undress her and then I spank her

Got devils posing as angels

Got bitches everywhere, insects

Spraying at 'em like Windex

I eat her like a shark and I still ain't learn how to swim yet

I still ain't fuck her friend yet

Once I do, I'm a dipset

Put a red bow on that bitch back and send her back to him gift wrapped

De nada

I'm day dreaming

I'm codeining

I'm slow walking

I'm floating, Houdini

My ho, she screaming

For more, she fiending

I just turned her daydreams to wet dreams, no bikini

Ooh, no bikini

Ooh, no demeanor

I just put it all up in her face, woah, Noxzema

Bad bitches all up on my case, no subpoena

Cat hanging out that cat suit

Ooh, Serena

Ooh, Serena

Ooh, Serena

Cat hanging out that cat suit

Ooh, Serena

Woah, I eat her

Like, hyena

Come here, girl, I got that cat food

Ooh, Purina

Ooh, Purina

It's wet, Katrina

Cat hanging out that cat suit

Ooh, that cheetah

Ooh, I eat her

Like, hyena

Come here, girl, I got that cat food

Ooh, Purina

Uh, I'm walking 'round my house with jewelry on

Diamonds in my mouth, I eat her out and now her pussy glowing

She say she a eater, I'ma feed her like I cooked it for her

Ass, pussy, boobs, APB, yeah, I'm looking for 'em

Bitch look good as Autumn, walking 'round my house with flowers on

Dick up in her mouth, can't pull it out, it's like a power cord

She say she a eater and she treat it like a power lunch

La-la-la-la-la, her mouth feel like she got a thousand tongues

The way she bad, uh huh

Got ass, uh huh

Got friends, uh huh

They dance, uh huh

Hands on your knees, bust it down

Let me see that ass jump for me up and down

Jump around, wait

Pop that pussy, shake that ass

I pop a Perc and take a Xan

I cop a Birkin, 80 grand

Like Lord have mercy, praying hands

Gabbana, that's her favorite brand

Nirvana, that's her favorite band

Gelato, that's my favorite strand

I break it down like Legoland, and I'm

I'm day dreaming

I'm codeining

I'm slow walking

I'm floating, Houdini

My ho, she screaming

For more, she fiending

I just turned her daydreams to wet dreams, no bikini

Ooh, no bikini

Ooh, no demeanor

I just put it all up in her face, woah, Noxzema

Bad bitches all up on my case, no subpoena

Cat hanging out that cat suit

Ooh, Serena

Ooh, Serena

Ooh, Serena

Cat hanging out that cat suit

Ooh, Serena

Woah, I eat her

Like, hyena

Come here, girl, I got that cat food

Ooh, Purina

Ooh, Purina

It's wet, Katrina

Cat hanging out that cat suit

Ooh, that cheetah

Ooh, I eat her

Like, hyena

Come here, girl, I got that cat food

Ooh, Purina

She bad, uh huh

Got ass, uh huh

Got friends, uh huh

They dance, uh huh

Hands on your knees, bust it down

Let me see that ass jump for me up and down

Jump around, uh

Hands on your knees, bust it down

H-h-hands on your knees, bust it down

Let me see that ass jump for me up and down

Bust it, bust it down, up and down

H-h-hands on your knees, bust it down

Let me see that ass jump for me, jump around

Let me, let me see that ass jump for me, jump around

Jump around, jump around, jump around, jump a-jump-a, jump around

I told her, "Hands on your knees, bust it down"

Let me, let me see that ass jump for me up and down, jump around

Tuxedo lyrics - Lil Wayne & Euro

 I ain't Aaron Rodgers 'cause I'm still on that pack, nigga

Still got twelve on my motherfuckin' back, nigga

Came home from jail, they was tryna send me back, nigga

I just called my nigga Donald Trump and that was that, nigga

Fuckin' all night long when I wake up, I could barely walk

Money callin' me, I said, "Hello? ", That shit said, "Can we talk?"

Don't care who these rappers are, that shit sound sound like salad bars

Countin' so much money, I'ma need a hand massage

I took a sip like that shit Frappuccino

I wore a tuxedo to cook up a kilo

I'm in the kitchen lookin' like Al Pacino

Whippin' Aquafina 'til it's Pellegrino

Shout out the C.O that gave me some pussy in jail

On the d-low, she one, double zero

Shout out to freak hoes that I get the lead role

But this is a b-roll lowkey had me emo (Fuck)

I ain't a killer but you pushin' me

I smoke your lil ass like some kushery

I burn your lil ass like a DVD

I caught my lil' ho with a EBT

I think this ho thinking 'bout havin' ten of me

Ten of me, ten of me, ten of me

She want some company, she want some misery

She want some Tiffany's, bitch, you a ephany

I know the bad times won't ever replace the good (The good)

I got some new money comin' in, gotta make room (Check)

Instead of me holdin' the trophy, I'd rather my brothers

I got a homie who stay in the field, on the mountain, had a hell of a splittable

Now he inside and he totin' a cutter

They put a lil' thing on the side that go clickin' and make it go, "Brr"

Smoother than butter and I'm always tellin' myself

Just 'cause he showin' me love, it do not mean they love us

I'm takin' my time and can nobody rush us

Said she got a man with a whole lot of rules, and she breakin' em all

So I'm doin' it justice, don't leave me alone, I never did trust us

Too many eyes on the team like I'm sendin' a text with no auto-correct, huh, huh

Say she a virgin until she get fucked like a slut on the jet

I only come to collect

I'ma go through all the threat without makin' a threat

Shit is a movie, it's lookin' like Tubi and I'm seein too many flaws in your set

Still on road and I came off tourin'

And I ain't shit but I'm still important

I don't judge and I do no courtin'

It ain't nothin' left when I take my portion

We gon' die enormous, playin' no games and I still be scorin'

Ain't shit pretty, my bitch is gorgeous

Now that man in the mirror ain't normal

I ain't a killer but you pushin' me

I smoke your lil ass like some kushery

I burn your lil ass like a DVD

I caught my lil' ho with a EBT

I think this ho thinking 'bout havin' ten of me

Ten of me, ten of me, ten of me

She want some company, she want some misery

She want some Tiffany's, bitch, you a ephany

I know the bad times won't ever replace the good (The good)

I got some new money comin' in, gotta make room (Yeah)

I ain't Aaron Rodgers 'cause I'm still on that pack, nigga

Still got twelve on my motherfuckin' back, nigga

Came home from jail, they was tryna send me back, nigga

I just called my nigga Donald Trump and that was that, nigga

To The Bank lyrics - Lil Wayne & Cool & Dre

 I'm Trice Medical

Piss on my bizonal, spittin' that clinical

I'm in the delivery room, pockets pregnant, bitch tryna clip the umbilical

I ain't simple or typical, gen', or general

Nigga, I'm nuts, no genitals

I fell in love with them chemicals

I bust a few nuts and she swim in 'em

These niggas act tough and they feminine

Play no games, nigga, not even scrimmagin'

These niggas can't see me, no imagery

My pockets so fat, they hemorrhagin'

Damn, that's an injury, I gotta keep the same energy

My soda pink with that remedy

I can't rest in peace 'cause they diggin' this shit

Big Tune, I lick shots, them niggas lick wounds

Shoot up everything but the kids room, I walk out the bank like the Men's Room

I got paper like I'm a tribune

I fly a bitch out like a witch broom

I run in her mouth like some gym shoes

Cum all over her face, now, her skin smooth

Ho-ass nigga, camel toe-ass nigga

Pantyhose-ass nigga

Candy store-ass nigga

Sweet and sourdough-ass nigga

Don't know how it go-ass nigga

I'm a giant, I'ma come, and thump, fee-fi, and fo that nigga

Wait, I'm a baboon, I'm a tycoon

Bitch, it's like Tune, elephant in the room

I'm the shit, the perfume, I'm the salt in the wound

And, I walk on the moon, it's like carpet to Tune

I thought you was a goon, well take off the costume

You soft as balloons, I play golf with balloons

Yeah, I make your heart, "Boom-boom-boom"

Yeah, I break her heart like the rules, yeah

Wait, I'm livin' the dream, livin' the dream

Sippin' the lean

Give me a beam

Feelin' surreal

I'm here with the queen

She here for a ring, I'm killin' her dreams

I'm killin' the scene

A nigga a king, they kissin' the ring

Yea, bling and the bling

Drippin' red bean, I'm with the regime

We finna rage against the machine

I'm Trice Medical

Piss on my bizonal, spittin' that clinical

I'm in the delivery room, pockets pregnant, bitch tryna clip the umbilical

I ain't simple or typical, gen', or general

Nigga, I'm nuts, no genitals

I fell in love with them chemicals

I bust a few nuts and she swim in 'em

These niggas act tough and they feminine

Play no games, nigga, not even scrimmagin'

These niggas can't see me, no imagery

My pockets so fat, they hemorrhagin'

Damn, that's an injury, I gotta keep the same energy

My soda pink with that remedy

I can't rest in peace 'cause they diggin' this shit

Big Tune, I lick shots, them niggas lick wounds

Shoot up everything but the kids room, I walk out the bank like the Men's Room

I got paper like I'm a tribune

I fly a bitch out like a witch broom

I run in her mouth like some gym shoes

Cum all over her face, now, her skin smooth

Chanel No. 5 lyrics - Lil Wayne & Fousheé

 I bought my bitch some Chanel Number 5

Five star the blicky, I rep for the five

Cum on that bitch, she a snail full of slime

Pull the trigger like the tail of a lion

Four finger ring, leave a ring 'round your eye

Buss down brass knuckles, she wink and I fuck her

You blink and I bluck her, that Nina I'm tuckin'

Just call me Big Buzzalino, I'm buzzin'

I let the stick talk for me, I'm a puppet

Oh, yeah, fuck around, you gon' get sprayed (Sprayed)

Hey, hey

I see the hate everywhere in my eyes

Lil' bae just text, "Where you at?" No reply

I skeet in her face, she laid back, open wide

Before we had cake, niggas had humble pie

I smell like cream and Chanel Number 5

You smell Codeine when I belch in the air

I put OG in the air, that's a log

Choppa gon' ring like, "Hello? It's for y'all" (Hello?)

Coco Chanel

All of my niggas, they loco Chanel

I'm only puttin' West Coast in the L

Okay, okay, now I'm smokin' Chanel

Rich as a bitch, I'm like Oprah, Chanel

All of these niggas, they broker than nails

All of these niggas, they jokin', Chapelle

I spent a millon on Venmo and on Zelle

And It's flyin' off the shelf (Shelf)

Then they'll rip off our style and wear it like Chanel

Yeah, I think they want me to fail

They know damn well if it's featurin' Fousheé then that shit gon' sell

They don't acknowledge but dip in the well

I got a Grammy while clippin' my nails

Huh, I ain't gotta prove shit, I could scream in this bitch

Got the pop bitches rockin' now, then switch

New sound, new wig, new cadence, brand new style

You could copy now, I'm singin' like, "Mm-hmm, alright"

I ain't gotta try hard, it's so light

Got all of this green, it's go time

I'ma make 'em go mad in no time

They sayin' shit gettin' spooky

So I put my money on Tunechi

I put my heart in that loose leaf

So I never trust, never lose sleep

And It's flyin' off the shelf (Shelf)

Then they'll rip off our style and wear it like Chanel

And It's flyin' off the shelf (Shelf)

Then they'll rip off our style and wear it like Chanel

I bought my bitch some Chanel Number 5

Five star the blicky, I rep for the five

Cum on that bitch, she a snail full of slime

Pull the trigger like the tail of a lion

Four finger ring, leave a ring 'round your eye

Buss down brass knuckles, she wink and I fuck her

You blink and I bluck her, that Nina I'm tuckin'

Just call me Big Buzzalino, I'm buzzin'

I let the stick talk for me, I'm a puppet

Oh, yeah, fuck around, you gon' get sprayed (Sprayed)

Hey, hey

Okay, I got that white girl, Adele

I got that white girl, Adele

What is all this fake shit that smell?

Boy, I'm goin' ape shit like Pharrell

Wait, I smell like weed and Chanel Number 5

I make her cream 'til I tell her, "Be quiet"

Get on your knees and make me weak in mine

I say, "Aw, yeah" like 365

"Aw, yeah" like 365, I smell like her and Chanel Number 5

I'm twistin' purple and yellow, LeBron

I feel like Earth, Wind and Fire combined

I smell like weed and Chanel Number 5

His bitch smell like me, he can smell when she lyin'

He punchin' her nose, but won't dare hit a guy

That nigga pussy and his girl pussy mine

I smell like Snoop and Chanel Number 5

He throw up the deuce, I just held up a five

I'm faster, my nigga, just fell from the sky

There's love in the air, hold my breath, count to five

Blink, blink and I bluck her, that Nina I'm tuckin'

I let the stick talk for me, I'm a puppet (Yeah, yeah)

No New Bitches lyrics - Lil Wayne

 (Wheezy outta here)

I can't believe you just swallowed a family

You tell me that pussy is my property

But I'm 'bout to leave it with property damage

And please do not go fuck the opp if I vanish

She sleep in my robe, that Versace, that's fancy

I'm sweet in her throat, her esophagus candy

Treat me like Mentos, got me jolly as ranchers

Girl, I got news for you

That man can't do what I do for you

I keep control on cruise so cool for you

Keep these hoes on snooze, no snooze button

I keep my focus on you, do the moves for me

Move with it

I get lost in it like a new city

Leave your drawers with me like a souvenir

I went long in it ain't no two minutes

I'ma ball in it, I'ma hoop in it

I don't talk shit, I keep it two pennies

I don't want shit unless you give it

No new bitches unless you kiss 'em

No-no new bitches unless you kiss 'em

No new bitches unless you kiss 'em

If I don't know shit, I know what to do with it

Lil mama you the shit, number two with it

I can't believe you just swallowed a family

You tell me that pussy is my property

But I'm 'bout to leave it with property damage

And please do not go fuck the opp if I vanish

She sleep in my robe, that Versace, that's fancy

I'm sweet in her throat, her esophagus candy

Treat me like Mentos, got me jolly as ranchers

Pop that pussy for a real nigga

I'ma pop that pussy like a pill, nigga

Tylenol PM, Advil, nigga

Make her drop that pussy like a spill, nigga

And I'ma mop that pussy like it spilled, nigga

And I'ma cop that pussy like the steal, nigga

And I'ma rock that pussy like a lil nigga

And I'ma shock that pussy 'cause I'm ill, nigga (Wheezy outta here)

Make the pussy lips whisper in my ear, nigga

Making fuck faces ugly like Seal, nigga

Got a rubber on like a Richard Mille, nigga

Make her pop that pussy like a hair trigger

Bop-bop-bop that pussy like a snare, nigga

Got her legs bust open in the chair, nigga

Pussy so pink it look medium rare, nigga

I don't talk shit, I keep it two pennies

I don't want shit unless you give it

No new bitches unless you kiss 'em

No-no new bitches unless you kiss 'em

No new bitches unless you kiss 'em

If I don't know shit, I know what to do with it

Lil mama you the shit, number two with it

I can't believe you just swallowed a family

You tell me that pussy is my property

But I'm 'bout to leave it with property damage

And please do not go fuck the opp if I vanish

She sleep in my robe, that Versace, that's fancy

I'm sweet in her throat, her esophagus candy

Treat me like Mentos, got me jolly as ranchers

Tity Boi lyrics - Lil Wayne & TheNightAftr

 Bitch, I'm on one, two, three, four Percs, light work though

I don't fuck with pussies, but I keep a tight circle

Yeah, all I wear is designer-like work clothes

Dirty South nigga, bitch, come ride me like a dirt road

One, two, three, four Percs, light work though

Ski, ski, ride a nigga like, "Skrrt, skrrt," ho

Yeah, In a fur coat, yeah

No shirt though

Ten toes down on the ground, no turf toe

I'm with a housewife, I dig her out twice

And, then, we chill and talk about life, and organize heists

And, if I feel it's organized right, and authorized right

Then, I'm walkin' out nice

Can't slip, walkin' on water, not ice, in the worsts conditions

I still have perfect attendance

I'm with all the innocent mothers givin' birth to defendants

This Earth is a prison

Serve my purpose before I'm finished

Servin' my sentence, work relentless to get no further than inches

That hurtin' her, Curtis, it get me, comin' shit urn

Price on my head, I'm straight though

Like the money a perm, got money to burn

'Til judgment day call, this adjourned

Get out of order with me, nigga, get your artery turned

Now, who want smoke with me? That's a joke to me

Shoot up your block and double back 'cause I got OCD

I'm triple OG 'round this bitch, they call me OG Three

It's me and Mac, he like Shaq, but, I'm like Kobe B

Like I got two left feet, I be trippin'

Like I got two left feet, I be trippin'

In the thorn, I'm a king like Mike Bibby

On the phone, we coughin' the Fendi

She on Tootsie, it's pink, and it's pretty

Your bitch lookin', I wink, and she with it

In that pussy, I'm sinkin' like dishes

I smoke cookie, stay milkin' lil' titties

Like I got two left feet, I be trippin'

In the thorn, I'm a king like Mike Bibby

On the phone, we coughin' the Fendi

She on Tootsie, it's pink, and it's pretty

Your bitch lookin', I wink, and she with it

In that pussy, I'm sinkin' like dishes

I smoke cookie, stay milkin' lil' titties

Titties, titties, titties, titties, titties, titties, titties, titties, titties, titties, titties, titties, titties

I smoke cookie, stay milkin' lil' titties (Let me see them)

Titties, titties, titties, titties (Let me see them)

Titties, titties, titties (I smoke titties)

(Let me see them, let me see)

Titties

So far, and so on, I got diamonds all on my forearm

I got the whole Balenciaga store on

She got Savage X Fenty, buyin' four of 'em

I got so much drip, I got a boat on

On the Molly, I'm a moron

But, right now, I'm just lightin' Za, let me get my Zaza Gabore on

Uh, like I got two left feet, I be trippin'

Like I got two left feet, I be trippin'

In the thorn, I'm a king like Mike Bibby

On the phone, we coughin' the Fendi

She on Tootsie, it's pink, and it's pretty

Your bitch lookin', I wink, and she with it

In that pussy, I'm sinkin' like dishes

I smoke cookie, stay milkin' lil' titties

Titties, titties, titties, titties, titties

I smoke cookie, stay milkin' lil' titties

Titties, titties, titties, titties, titties (Let me see them)

Titties, titties, titties, titties (Let me see them)

Titties

I told that bitch, take her shirt off

Sexy ass nigga in this bitch with my shirt on

I don't work a lot, bitch, I just work hard

I don't work a lot, bitch, I just work hard

Her pussy like a ocean, my tongue like a surfboard

My dick like a yacht, darlin'

I might as well throw me a yacht party

This dick gon' have that ho' in cloud nine

When I leave, it's gon' feel like the sky fallin'

She want Lil Tunechi to titty fuck her

I cum on her chest, leave a mini puddle

She make 'em bounce, work them titty muscles

I want the bitch with the biggest bubbles

I want the bitch with the biggest couple

Big ass, big lips, that's a triple-double

Yeah, I'm trippin' baby

Yeah, until I stumble, Lil Tunechi

Uh, like I got two left feet, I be trippin'

Like I got two left feet, I be trippin'

In the thorn, I'm a king like Mike Bibby

On the phone, we coughin' the Fendi

She on Tootsie, it's pink, and it's pretty

Your bitch lookin', I wink, and she with it

In that pussy, I'm sinkin' like dishes

I smoke cookie, stay milkin' lil' titties

Some titties, titties

I smoke cookie, stay milkin' lil' titties

And, that's what I say

That's what I say

I say, "Are you on your way?"

She say, "Where the Uber at?"

I said, "I'll meet you at my gate"

And, wait, wait 'til you see your Uber drivers face, and I'll buy you lingere

Yeah, I just hope you in the mood for that

Or, we can talk and spark a jet, lil' bitch

Then, you get too faded, now you gotta stay

Either way, now, you're fuckin' on a nigga from the Eastside

Yeah, and it's 'bout to get ugly

Turn around, I hit it from the beside

Yeah, make her scream, "Young Money"