[Chorus] Now I put fifties and hundreds inside my bankroll Ridin’ through the city in that Rolls Royce It’s just how we roll Cause we roll I got fifties and hundreds inside my bankroll Bad bitches [?] So we gone, gone Gone, gone [Verse One] I got fifties and hundreds inside my bankroll Sippin’ on lean, it made me go slow On the stage and I’m in beast mode Hundreds in my bankroll Ridin’ through the city and we turnt up Lean inside my double-cup Pulled up in a Lambo Hop out like Rambo Lotta goons, lotta ammo Lotta guns, lotta ammo [Chorus x2] NowRead More →

Ah yes baby you know I have a Rolls Royce A Mercedes Benz And a yacht out in marina Maybe we can take a trip And you know Just go out to the Bahamas Or Paris, or London, you know I know all the stars, baby In fact, Sugar Ray is a personal friend of mine In fact, just the other day I was sayin’ Sugar, you know you and i should just stop by sometime You told me about your fancy cars You told me all your friends were stars You said that we could get away Maybe take a holiday I hope thatRead More →

Astronaut Yeah yeah I seduce you with this Aston Martin I bought today Oh, you done did more drugs than me? You must be hallucinating Oh, you did more percs than me? Then you must be hallucinating Don’t menace over these Vicodins, you must’ve seen Satan I seduce you with this Rolls Royce truck that’s on the way Chanel is on the invoice, I had bought the store today That bitch get on my nerves man, I had to send her out to St. Tropez Oh you done blow more checks than me boy? Then you had got to be hallucinating I’m a young niggaRead More →

[Couplet unique] Je ne fais pas partie du troupeau, j’égorge les gardes-champêtre Prends les armes avec moi si t’es mon poto Animal galeux j’vais pas chez le docteur je vais chez le véto J’ai les couilles en or j’passe pas les détecteurs de métaux Sans le génie le sport, l’argent facile, c’était mon ghetto Jamais je ne me plierai, jamais je ne serai un bon négro Enculé je vais te fumer, j’vais prendre 10 piges, je serai plus le king de la city Énervé dans le 92 izi car fouetté dans le Mississipi Pimp mon gamos chez Xzibit, suce moi la bite sans faire d’chichisRead More →

[Intro: Young Dolph] It’s Dolph It’s Gucci It’s Dolph [Verse 1: Young Dolph] Own a big house and it’s full of bad bitches I’m just sayin’, can a young nigga live? 2 million worth of cars parked in the front yard But want another Rolls Royce, that’s how I feel For 100 shots, I heard you paid 100 stacks Hope you got your receipt, go and get your hunnid back For the new coupe, I paid 400 flat Smash your baby mama, wow, then I sent her back Sittin’ in the truck, smokin’ on a blunt Then I realized, I think I hear somebody shootingRead More →

[Intro: Young Dolph] It’s Dolph It’s Gucci It’s Dolph [Verse 1: Young Dolph] Own a big house and it’s full of bad bitches I’m just sayin’, can a young nigga live? 2 million worth of cars parked in the front yard But want another Rolls Royce, that’s how I feel For 100 shots, I heard you paid 100 stacks Hope you got your receipt, go and get your hunnid back For the new coupe, I paid 400 flat Smash your baby mama, wow, then I sent her back Sittin’ in the truck, smokin’ on a blunt Then I realized, I think I hear somebody shootingRead More →

Lyrics Playboi Carti – Woke up like this Know I got a lot, lot I’ma rockstar I’ma rockstar, know I got a lot, lot I’ma rockstar.(woke up like this) Woke up to niggas talking like me, talk Woke up to niggas sounding like me, talk Woke up to niggas talking like me, talk Woke up to niggas sounding like me, talk I woke up to niggas sounding like me Woke up to niggas talking like me Woke up to niggas sounding like me Woke up to niggas talking like me. Oh, I think they like me, yeah they like me Diamonds on me ice cream,Read More →

[Intro] Astronaut Yeah yeah [Chorus] I seduce you with this Aston Martin I bought today Oh, you done did more drugs than me? You must be hallucinating Oh, you did more percs than me? Then you must be hallucinating Your old man sold me these Vicodins, you must’ve seen Satan I seduce you with this Rolls Royce truck that’s on the way Chanel is on the import, I had bought at the store today That bitch gettin’ on my nerves man, I had to send her out to Saint Tropez Oh you done blow up more chase than me, boy? Then you got to beRead More →

[Hook] I got a whole lot of guap Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop I got a whole lot of cars Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God I smoke a whole lot of weed I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees I sold a whole lot of bags I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast [Verse 1] One coupe, two coupes, three coupes, no roof What I’m rockin’, Versace snow boots I’m ballin’, they mad, I hit the blunt and laugh I fucked your bitch, I’m sorry, myRead More →

[Hook] I got a whole lot of guap Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop I got a whole lot of cars Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God I smoke a whole lot of weed I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees I sold a whole lot of bags I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast [Verse 1] One coupe, two coupes, three coupes, no roof What I’m rockin’, Versace snow boots I’m ballin’, they mad, I hit the blunt and laugh I fucked your bitch, I’m sorry, myRead More →

[Hook] I got a whole lot of guap Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop I got a whole lot of cars Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God I smoke a whole lot of weed I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees I sold a whole lot of bags I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast [Verse 1] One coupe, two coupes, three coupes, no roof What I’m rockin’, Versace snow boots I’m ballin’, they mad, I hit the blunt and laugh I fucked your bitch, I’m sorry, myRead More →

[Hook] All a young nigga know is finesse Before you come to me, you better get a check Ride down [?] road, that’s windows flex Hopped out on em looking like a check $6,000 bag pack with some Louis boots All he do is talk, all we do is shoot All I do is pull out racks All I do is fucking ball All I do is pop tags All I do is fuck the mall [Verse 1] All I do is hit Neiman’s All I do is hit Barneys All I do is hit Gucci All I do is get money All I doRead More →

Peace No material possessions shall cloud my judgement As I reach, in an ethereal direction to provide my substance Love is not found but resides insides me, I manifest this I will respect myself and wear serenity as my necklace I will replace what I take and have tranquility as my breakfast Shed a new light on a new path I will gain rhythm lose wrath Attain wisdom and refuse graph And build upon what I built on And wisely regulate ’til I do have ‘Cause what is defeat? But just the evidence of my haste Lack of preparedness, in my waste So I wait…Read More →

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco] Peace No material possessions shall cloud my judgement As I reach, in an ethereal direction to provide my substance Love is not found but resides insides me, I manifest this I will respect myself and wear serenity as my necklace I will replace what I take and have tranquility as my breakfast Shed a new light on a new path I will gain rhythm lose wrath Attain wisdom and refuse graph And build upon what I built on And wisely regulate ’til I do have ‘Cause what is defeat? But just the evidence of my haste Lack of preparedness, in myRead More →

Peace No material possessions shall cloud my judgement As I reach, in an ethereal direction to provide my substance Love is not found but resides insides me, I manifest this I will respect myself and wear serenity as my necklace I will replace what I take and have tranquility as my breakfast Shed a new light on a new path I will gain rhythm lose wrath Attain wisdom and refuse graph And build upon what I built on And wisely regulate ’til I do have ‘Cause what is defeat? But just the evidence of my haste Lack of preparedness, in my waste So I wait…Read More →

[Verse 1: Curren$y] Self made, Self paid Shorty bought that Rolls Royce Put it on blades Shorty paid the cost she now in boss lane Stayed down, got high and you never changed SL with the top up when it’s heavy rain Have your name hold weight Have you chain solid gold no fake Destined to ball, it was written This is fate They can’t interfere so I roll up let em hate [Hook: Curren$y] Money put away, I got some more coming Never have to ask a man to let me hold nothing If you don’t know that about me then you don’t knowRead More →

[Hook: Gucci Mane & Ralo] These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us Them haters hate on everything, they say everything ‘bout us I hear y’all niggas talkin’ shit but I’m not worried ‘bout ya We did this shit without ya, I’m the nigga they watching You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers If you fuck with Gucci Mane, we gon’ shoot the block up Niggas keep on poppin’ shit, my niggas gon’ pop up These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us [Verse 1: Ralo] Ain’t no reason for stoppin’ Catch me squeezin’Read More →

[Hook] Million auf Konto Million auf Konto Million auf Konto wie Xabi Alonso Million auf Konto Million auf Konto Ich will eine Million Euro auf Konto Million in Bar Million in Bar Million in Bar so wie Pablo Escobar Million in Bar Million in Bar Ich will eine Million Euro in Bar [Part 1] Eine Million Euro auf Konto Schieße Selfies mit Bruders in Hongkong Kauf mir ‘ne Kalasch, trainier du Wing Chun Ich bring frischen Wind ihr seid so monoton Bonne chance an die Brates die Gas geben An die Dealer die für Bares ihr Hasch geben An eure Freundinnen die heimlich Arsch gebenRead More →

[Chorus] Now I put fifties and hundreds inside my bankroll Ridin’ through the city in that Rolls Royce It’s just how we roll Cause we roll I got fifties and hundreds inside my bankroll Bad bitches [?] So we gone, gone Gone, gone [Verse One] I got fifties and hundreds inside my bankroll Sippin’ on lean, it made me go slow On the stage and I’m in beast mode Hundreds in my bankroll Ridin’ through the city and we turnt up Lean inside my double-cup Pulled up in a Lambo Hop out like Rambo Lotta goons, lotta ammo Lotta guns, lotta ammo [Chorus x2] NowRead More →

[Hook: Tory Lanez] I swear All I’m trynna do is hit a lick and put my dogs on Big time Chuck the money up till it’s all gone Twenty niggas, hunnit chains Bitch we all on We all on We all on We all on We all on Someone get the shooters cause we all on I got 40s in the rugers when we all on I look like the godfather whenever we ball baby I’m all up in Bal Harbour Givenchy and Balmain I look like the godfather whenever we ball baby I’m all up in Bal Harbour Givenchy and Balmain [Verse 1: ToryRead More →

[Hook: Tory Lanez] (I swear) All I’m trynna do is hit a lick and put my dogs on Big time Chuck the money up till it’s all gone Twenty niggas, hunnit chains Bitch we all on We all on We all on We all on We all on Someone get the shooters cause we all on I got 40s in the rugers when we all on I look like the godfather whenever we ball baby I’m all up in Bal Harbour Givenchy and Balmain I look like the godfather whenever we ball baby I’m all up in Bal Harbour Givenchy and Balmain [Verse 1: ToryRead More →

[Intro] Dollar, dollar bill in the stash house tryna hid another mil Dollar, dollar bill, yeah [Verse 1] When I got out the car I was talking on the phone Calm in the storm The Rolls Royce race in a Rolls Royce jawn Too slick, you prolly slip before you can step up on Intercepted before you could creep, you see you been crept on Life is pressed on Adding to my Rolex collection Sky-dweller rose gold prolly do my next one I know what you wanna hear That shit that make you hustle all year I came to the studio with a boat SoRead More →

[Verse 1] Took my jacket off as I slid to the car (?) in the sports arena like a star Use the talent elevator to the rooftop office That’s how you know you made it Rubbing elbows with the life changers Shaking hands with the strangers Hanging ’round motherfuckers more dangerous than strangers Shit trill I pray for my cousins who be banging Hope that rap shit clicks But that paper won’t stop my loved ones from hanging Rest in peace to the Jacka Keep them Chevy’s swanging Burn the rubber at the traffic light for entertainment Killed the beat, showed up torched to theRead More →

[Hook] I’ve been doing a lot of soul searching I can’t let them take my soul from me I’m a king, I can’t let them take my gold from me No, no, I can’t let ’em take my gold from me [Verse 1] Push my will like a Rolls Royce Hoes fuck with me, I could get you exposure And I’m about that cash money like from the [?] Put in that request, it get sold to you Icons in my contacts I’m a fucking icon, they don’t want they Nike hat to the front yeah I can drive a truck yeah Up like DonaldRead More →

(Verse) Too many best rappers, not enough best rhymes tho Guess I’m delusional, used to doing it all the time so Maybe I’m just jaded, out of touch and unrelated Unable to connect greatness based on the person who makes it Or maybe I just hate it And that would make me hater Maybe it is great but that don’t mean it’s greater Having your profile raised doesn’t make you a raiser Being ambiguous with assertions, isn’t making you safer What you mean tho? Line us up, paddling us on the back Like we steamboat you, president of the frat You going sling toast, likeRead More →

[Hook] I know what you came to my crib for Word around town I got the best coco You wanna be with a thug I am a thug baby lets ride You know what it is to be broke Im bout to show you how it feels at the top I know what you came to my crib for Word around town I got the best coco You wanna be with a thug I am a thug baby lets ride You know what it is to be broke Im bout to show you how it feels at the top [Verse 1] I remember the daysRead More →

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz] Choppa kinda old, but a new clip Shoot your ass, put yo ass on a news clip Hope her two lips smell like tulips Put you in the ground right next to the tulips Nigga talkin’ shit on the other side Tell that pussy nigga I pull up Used to sell work to his aunt, he ain’t push weight Nigga did pull ups By the time ya look up, nigga done cook up When you turn away, a nigga done took her Got her in the suite, looking like a hooker Jumpin’ on the bed like Jimmy "Fly" Snuka I takeRead More →

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz] Choppa kinda old, but a new clip Shoot your ass, put yo ass on a news clip Hope her two lips smell like tulips Put you in the ground right next to the tulips Nigga talkin’ shit on the other side Tell that pussy nigga I pull up Used to sell work to his aunt, he ain’t push weight Nigga did pull ups By the time ya look up, nigga done cook up When you turn away, a nigga done took her Got her in the suite, looking like a hooker Jumpin’ on the bed like Jimmy "Fly" Snuka I takeRead More →

[Intro] Woah, woah One more time, one time, one time Woah, woah One more time, one time, one time Yeah, for real look, look [Verse 1] You gotta know I want you I’m tryna be better than Nigga making cars, this girl talkin’ my Letterman Jacket, I pack it up on this motherfucking avenue You know what I had to do Was selling a pack or two The money was all there, wasn’t a fortune Tenets talking eviction, she stepping all on our doorstep So I hit the corner, hustling out for Jordans You up on my trap phone talking these abortions Baby you knowRead More →

[Intro] Woah, woah One more time, one time, one time Woah, woah One more time, one time, one time Yeah, for real look, look [Verse 1] You gotta know I want you I’m tryna be better than Nigga making cars, this girl talkin’ my Letterman Jacket, I pack it up on this motherfucking avenue You know what I had to do Was selling a pack or two The money was all there, wasn’t a fortune Tenets talking eviction, she stepping all on our doorstep So I hit the corner, hustling out for Jordans You up on my trap phone talking these abortions Baby you knowRead More →