YFN Lucci – Heartless (feat. Rick Ross & Bigga Rankin)

[Intro: YFN Lucci]
Growin’ up, my mama explained the difference between fame and notoriety
See fame is when people know you
Notoriety is when people know your work
And notoriety leave a legacy
When they talk about us
When they talk about big arrangements
When they talkin’ ’bout Lucci
When they talkin’ ’bout TIG
Some will hate, some will cheer
All will know one thing
My nigga Nut, we came and changed the music biz forever

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Lately I been chasin’ paper, chasin’ guap, yeah, yeah
Lately I been feelin’ like fuck a hater, fuck a cop, yeah, yeah
I swear lately I been heartless, heartless, heatless, heartless, yeah
I swear lately I been heartless, heartless, heartless, heartless, yeah

[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
Oh hell nah, ain’t no pressure ’bout no beef, we gon’ air shit out
I got your bitch and she tellin’ me all your where about’s
Loadin’ this K, I can’t wait to go and spray one out
Uh-huh, I been hustlin’ all day tryna get that cake up out it
All day, all day, I been ridin’ it with it all day
It ain got no safe, it ain’t got no safe, ayy
Y’all niggas play it safe, we gon; hit your safe, ayy
I got niggas in MIA and they’ll hit your face
Uh, uh , I been a thug all my life, wanted a plug all my life
We had to move around with them pipes, we had to shoot it out some nights
Ain’t no pressure ’bout no beef, know we love dinner
Fuck nigga, don’t make me put a slug in ’em

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Lately I been chasin’ paper, chasin’ guap, yeah, yeah
Lately I been feelin’ like fuck a hater, fuck a cop, yeah, yeah
I swear lately I been heartless, heartless, heatless, heartless, yeah
I swear lately I been heartless, heartless, heartless, heartless, yeah

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
We located and got a bigger palace on the water
Pull up to club, I toss valet a couple hunnid
Women in abundance, I got to fuck ’em by appointments
Pray that bundle come from Haiti, I’ma give you what you wanted
I fucked her in the park, now we fuckin’ on the jet
You fuckin’ with my squad, I’ma put that shit to rest
Studied all these niggas ;cause this life is just a test
I need my hunnit million, you can’t tell me nothing less
They gave my nigga 10 the lawyer, say he did the best
These streets ain’t where you wanna be and Rozay told you that
The only natural talent niggas had was being violent
If a nigga take my life, I pray he see me smilin’, boss

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Lately I been chasin’ paper, chasin’ guap, yeah, yeah
Lately I been feelin’ like fuck a hater, fuck a cop, yeah, yeah
I swear lately I been heartless, heartless, heatless, heartless, yeah
I swear lately I been heartless, heartless, heartless, heartless, yeah

Phresher – Lyft

[Hook]
Fuck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft
Fuck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft
Fuck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft
Fuck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft
Stone cold, you see this brick on my wrist
I tell my shooters shoot, they shoot at them hips
Flying coast to coast, don’t need no assist
Diamonds on my neck the color of piss
Fuck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft
Fuck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft
Fuck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft
Fuck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft
Stone cold, you see this brick on my wrist
I tell my shooters shoot, they shoot at them hips
Flying coast to coast, don’t need no assist
Diamonds on my neck the color of piss

[Verse 1]
Richer than a bitch my lifestyle
Every nigga with me iced out
You might wanna calm your wife down
She know I’m the nigga right now
Put the motherfuckin’ mic down
Tell your hype man to pipe down
Yeah they left me in the dark
I’m the nigga with the light now
Told [?] it’s some lights out
Don’t do circuses, I don’t like clowns
All my niggas stone cold
I colored in weather in Chi-Town
Pillsbury, got a lot of dough
Bank account look like a lot of O’s
She wanna kick it like karate though
Suck and fuck me, then it’s time to go

[Pre-Hook]
I’m nigga that they go to
Wild hair like Goku
[?] open off the protools
Then I proceed to lay the vocals
You little rat niggas local
Fake beef, niggas tofu
PH don’t follow no rules
My chopper whippin’ like an old school

[Hook]
Fuck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft
Fuck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft
Fuck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft
Fuck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft
Stone cold, you see this brick on my wrist
I tell my shooters shoot, they shoot at them hips
Flying coast to coast, don’t need no assist
Diamonds on my neck the color of piss
Fuck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft
Fuck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft
Fuck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft
Fuck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft
Stone cold, you see this brick on my wrist
I tell my shooters shoot, they shoot at them hips
Flying coast to coast, don’t need no assist
Diamonds on my neck the color of piss

[Verse 2]
I keep it real, no restate
I’m the trillest, no debate
I get it early, fuck release dates
PH far from a cheapskate
Hide my broads in the peak state
MIA like where the Heat stay
Got a white chick and a rainbow
Eat ‘em both together like cheesecake
Then I league play, for pete’s sakes
Stop drop and roll, I’m on fire
I go in head first like a diver
Kill ‘em, I leave no survivors
I might be young but I’m wiser
My role model a MacGyver
I’m the young cracker supplier
Keep my foot on the gas ‘til I retire

[Pre-Hook]
I’m nigga that they go to
Wild hair like Goku
[?] open off the protools
Then I proceed to lay the vocals
You little rat niggas local
Fake beef, niggas tofu
PH don’t follow no rules
My chopper whippin’ like an old school

[Hook]
Fuck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft
Fuck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft
Fuck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft
Fuck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft
Stone cold, you see this brick on my wrist
I tell my shooters shoot, they shoot at them hips
Flying coast to coast, don’t need no assist
Diamonds on my neck the color of piss
Fuck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft
Fuck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft
Fuck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft
Fuck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft
Stone cold, you see this brick on my wrist
I tell my shooters shoot, they shoot at them hips
Flying coast to coast, don’t need no assist
Diamonds on my neck the color of piss

Lyft – Phresher lyrics

Lyrics Phresher – Lyft

/F*ck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft/ (x4)
Stone cold, you see this brick on my wrist
I tell my shooters shoot, they shoot at them hips
Flying coast to coast, don’t need no assist
Diamonds on my neck the color of piss
/F*ck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft/ (x4)
Stone cold, you see this brick on my wrist
I tell my shooters shoot, they shoot at them hips
Flying coast to coast, don’t need no assist
Diamonds on my neck the color of piss.

Richer than a b*tch my lifestyle
Every nigga with me iced out
You might wanna calm your wife down
She know I’m the nigga right now
Put the motherf*ckin’ mic down
Tell your hype man to pipe down
Yeah they left me in the dark
I’m the nigga with the light now
Told .. it’s some lights out
Don’t do circuses, I don’t like clowns
All my niggas stone cold
I colored in weather in Chi-Town
Pillsbury, got a lot of dough
Bank account look like a lot of O’s
She wanna kick it like karate though
Suck and f*ck me, then it’s time to go.

I’m nigga that they go to
Wild hair like Goku
.. open off the protools
Then I proceed to lay the vocals
You little rat niggas local
Versuri-lyrics.info
Fake beef, niggas tofu
PH don’t follow no rules
My chopper whippin’ like an old school.

/F*ck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft/ (x4)
Stone cold, you see this brick on my wrist
I tell my shooters shoot, they shoot at them hips
Flying coast to coast, don’t need no assist
Diamonds on my neck the color of piss
/F*ck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft/ (x4)
Stone cold, you see this brick on my wrist
I tell my shooters shoot, they shoot at them hips
Flying coast to coast, don’t need no assist
Diamonds on my neck the color of piss.

I keep it real, no restate
I’m the trillest, no debate
I get it early, f*ck release dates
PH far from a cheapskate
Hide my broads in the peak state
MIA like where the Heat stay
Got a white chick and a rainbow
Eat ‘em both together like cheesecake
Then I league play, for pete’s sakes
Stop drop and roll, I’m on fire
I go in head first like a diver
Kill ‘em, I leave no survivors
I might be young but I’m wiser
My role model a MacGyver
I’m the young cracker supplier
Keep my foot on the gas ‘til I retire.

I’m nigga that they go to
Wild hair like Goku
.. open off the protools
Then I proceed to lay the vocals
You little rat niggas local
Fake beef, niggas tofu
PH don’t follow no rules
My chopper whippin’ like an old school.

/F*ck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft/ (x4)
Stone cold, you see this brick on my wrist
I tell my shooters shoot, they shoot at them hips
Flying coast to coast, don’t need no assist
Diamonds on my neck the color of piss
/F*ck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft/ (x4)
Stone cold, you see this brick on my wrist
I tell my shooters shoot, they shoot at them hips
Flying coast to coast, don’t need no assist
Diamonds on my neck the color of pisss.
Phresher lyrics
Video Phresher

Tory Lanez – Dancin’ (The New Toronto 2 Mixtape)

[Hook]
Out in Vlive still talkin’ like she know me
New Toronto nigga that finesse like Ginobili
Dancin’, dancin’
Touch it with no hands
She get bands, she expensive
My life is expensive

[Verse 1]
Count me up, expensive
Lookin’ like this money that I throw is Endless
Rolls Royce and the Benzes
Fuck boy, you will never make the friend list
Strip club, flexin’ with my manses
All I see is niggas bitches through my lenses
Ain’t gon’ lie, that bitch is temptin’
I wanna fuck you but you know I’m too expensive
Foreign Bitch and she don’t know her grammar
Talkin’ money, only time I understand her
All my pieces here like a scammer
I could fuck the bartender and the dancer

[Hook]
Out in Vlive still talkin’ like she know me
New Toronto nigga that finesse like Ginobili
Dancin’, dancin’
Touch it with no hands
She get bands, she expensive
My life is expensive

[Verse 2]
Boss bitch in the mansion
100s, 50s, money she be handlin’
Fuckin’ every bitch you on the ‘gram with
Hoppin’ out the Wraith, now I’m lookin’ like a scammer
MIA, I just landed
Crashed a new Gallardo, did the damage
G5, speakin’ Spanish
She sit down like, "Que Tu Puedes" and I slammed
Broke bitches drinkin’ but it can’t shit
All in my section, we kick bitches out for standin’
500 thou’ off of dancin’
She wanna fuck me, but she know I’m too expensive
Tell ’em I’m a dope boy, caught my chances
You tryna get your money, girl, I understand it
Steal that pussy like a bandit
No I can’t fuck with you, you too much propaganda

[Hook]
Out in Vlive still talkin’ like she know me
New Toronto nigga that finesse like Ginobili

[Outro]
And she still like the Vlive
Strip club, you in the [?]
We’ll double back it
We’ll double back it, G5
On my action, it’s time
Know you still on me, yeah
Know you still on me, yeah

Tory Lanez – Dancin’ Lyrics

[Hook]
Out in Vlive still talkin’ like she know me
New Toronto nigga that finesse like Ginobili
Dancin’, dancin’
Touch it with no hands
She get bands, she expensive
My life is expensive

[Verse 1]
Count me up, expensive
Lookin’ like this money that I throw is Endless
Rolls Royce and the Benzes
Fuck boy, you will never make the friend list
Strip club, flexin’ with my manses
All I see is niggas bitches through my lenses
Ain’t gon’ lie, that bitch is temptin’
I wanna fuck you but you know I’m too expensive
Foreign Bitch and she don’t know her grammar
Talkin’ money, only time I understand her
All my pieces here like a scammer
I could fuck the bartender and the dancer

[Hook]
Out in Vlive felines still talkin’ like she know me
New Toronto nigga that finesse like Ginobili
Dancin’, dancin’
Touch it with no hands
She get bands, she expensive
My life is expensive

[Verse 2]
Boss bitch in the mansion
100s, 50s, money she be handlin’
Fuckin’ every bitch you on the ‘gram with
Hoppin’ out the Wraith, now I’m lookin’ like a scammer
MIA, I just landed
Crashed a new Gallardo, did the damage
G5, speakin’ Spanish
She sit down like, “Que Tu Puedes” and I slammed
Broke bitches drinkin’ but it can’t shit
All in my section, we kick bitches out for standin’
500 thou’ off of dancin’
She wanna fuck me, but she know I’m too expensive
Tell ’em I’m a dope boy, caught my chances
You tryna get your money, girl, I understand it
Steal that pussy like a bandit
No I can’t fuck with you, you too much propaganda

[Hook]
Out in Vlive still talkin’ like she know me
New Toronto nigga that finesse like Ginobili

[Outro]
And she still like the Vlive
Strip club, you in the [?]
We’ll double back it
We’ll double back it, G5
On my action, it’s time
Know you still on me, yeah
Know you still on me, yeah

Bridgit Mendler – Do You Miss Me At All

[Verse 1]
From this view
I see colors, the blacks and the blues
Here comes another night
Without you
I’m looking over the trees and the roofs
And I don’t know what I will find

[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t know if you’re even in the city
Don’t know if you’re even at home
Don’t know who you’re spending all your time with

[Chorus]
But do you miss me at all?
Do you wonder what I’m up to
Without you?
Do you miss me at all?
Do you wanna leave a message on my phone
Saying "I’m coming home"?

[Verse 2]
In this room
You are the wallpaper that sticks like glue
Into my memory
So do you
Think me over
Once in a blue moon
‘Cause you always rise to me

[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t know if you’re even in the city
Don’t know if you’re even at home
Don’t know who you’re spending all your time with

[Chorus]
But do you miss me at all?
Do you wonder what I’m up to
Without you?
Do you miss me at all?
Do you wanna leave a message on my phone
Saying "I’m coming home"?

[Bridge]
Gone without a trace
You been so MIA
Was passing through your neighborhood
Boy, you’ve been abrupt
I never get enough to
Know that you still think of me too

[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t know if you’re even in the city
Don’t know if you’re even at home
Don’t know who you’re spending all your time with

[Chorus]
But do you miss me at all?
Do you wonder what I’m up to
Without you?
Do you miss me at all?
Do you wanna leave a message on my phone
Saying "I’m coming home"?
Yeah
Do you wonder what I’m up to
Without you?
Do you miss me at all?
Do you wanna leave a message on my phone
Saying "I’m coming home"?
Yeah
Do you wonder what I’m up to
Without you?
Do you miss me at all?
Do you wanna leave a message on my phone
Saying "I’m coming home"?

Chris Brown – I Can Tell

[Intro]
Listen to this track bitch
(Drumma Boy)

[Hook: Chris Brown]
She like them thug niggas, I can tell
We throw that money up, I got your ass up in the air
You wanna fuck with us, I can tell
Don’t play with me, it’s game on, baby
You know, now you done fucked up cause a real nigga need love
I want all love of that ass and you poppin’ like it ain’t nothin’
Your attitude, your attitude, it turns me on
And I can tell, I can tell, I can tell baby
[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
OHB, bitch this Breezy
I’m a cold nigga
I catch your bitch in the wind
Her and her friend blowin’ kisses
I’m pullin’ up right in that Bentley truck
I got condoms for my condominium
Hella trip before them bitches hittin’ them whippets
She got that brain with the helium
White as cocaine when I’m whippin’ it
Hundred M’s, yeah they feelin’ him
Even your nigga momma give me compliments
Like “Why don’t you have more like him?”
Cocky, I don’t give a fuck if you like it
No he ain’t me, got this bitch right beside me
Say it with your chest nigga, say it with your chest nigga
Get some base in your body
I’m MIA with some hotties, they know my name in the projects
I get that package from José, yo no sé, mañana
One call, keep your mouth closed
But you can spread your legs, girl, yeah, I thought so

[Hook: Chris Brown]
She like them thug niggas, I can tell
We throw that money up, I got your ass up in the air
You wanna fuck with us, I can tell
Don’t play with me, it’s game on, baby
You know, now you done fucked up cause a real nigga need love
I want all love of that ass and you poppin’ like it ain’t nothin’
Your attitude, your attitude, it turns me on
And I can tell, I can tell, I can tell baby

[Verse 2: HoodyBaby]
Don’t be buyin’ all this bullshit these niggas tryna sell
I’m spendin’ all this money, bitch, I made this shit myself
Soon as you lose your girl, I take you to a different world
Girl you know you bad and I can do bad by myself
HoodyBaby whippin’ white girl, drop it on the scale
I know you love them hood niggas, baby I can tell
Phantom, I’m just tryna bump me, tell ’em stay up off my shelf
I been lookin’ for your love, I can’t lie, I need help, I need help

[Hook: Chris Brown]
She like them thug niggas, I can tell
We throw that money up, I got your ass up in the air
You wanna fuck with us, I can tell
Don’t play with me, it’s game on, baby
You know, now you done fucked up cause a real nigga need love
I want all love of that ass and you poppin’ like it ain’t nothin’
Your attitude, your attitude, it turns me on
And I can tell, I can tell, I can tell baby

[Verse 3: Young Lo]
Say she want it, I can tell she need it
I can tell she want a thug nigga that’s gon’ eat it
Put that pussy in submission, pay that full, pay attention
In south Atlanta, got them bands on me
Let’s throw it back, drop a Brand’ on ’em
Yeah blow that money like a fan on ’em
Heard these bougie bitches wanna fuck a thug
All these broke niggas need to get a plug
Slide her panties to the side
Hold that ass, I’mma lift it up
Girl, I can tell that you freaky
But you know this pimpin’ ain’t easy
And I ain’t said nothin’ ’bout cuffin’
But you better fuck me like you need me

[Hook: Chris Brown]
She like them thug niggas, I can tell
We throw that money up, I got your ass up in the air
You wanna fuck with us, I can tell
Don’t play with me, it’s game on, baby
You know, now you done fucked up cause a real nigga need love
I want all love of that ass and you poppin’ like it ain’t nothin’
Your attitude, your attitude, it turns me on
And I can tell, I can tell, I can tell baby

[Verse 4: Chris Brown]
Molly water
Is makin’ me fall in love
Baby, I’m ready to do this, this ain’t my first rodeo
I know what I’m doin’, got you screamin’ all them high notes
You want to bang, bang
For you girl, I spend a bank, bank
I don’t care to know your name, name
Oh yeah, one more thing, just one more drink, fuck it, she know she like

[Hook: Chris Brown]
She like them thug niggas, I can tell
We throw that money up, I got your ass up in the air
You wanna fuck with us, I can tell
Don’t play with me, it’s game on, baby
You know, now you done fucked up cause a real nigga need love
I want all love of that ass and you poppin’ like it ain’t nothin’
Your attitude, your attitude, it turns me on
And I can tell, I can tell, I can tell baby

Young Dolph – All About letras

[Intro]
It’s all about skrilla
It’s all about cash
It’s all about paper
It’s all about weight

[Hook]
I just spent your budget on my right wrist
In a drop top smoking kush with my white bitch
I just turned your main bitch to my side bitch
How you get that new Rarri and it ain’t out yet
(I don’t know, damn)
It’s all about money, it’s all about cake
I’m getting too much, I keep a toothache
It’s all about paper, and I’m super straight
Ain’t getting no money then you in the way
It’s all about money, it’s all about cake
I’m getting too much, I keep a toothache
It’s all about paper and I’m super straight
[Verse 1]
Riding in some foreign through Atlanta
Balmain jeans and Saint Laurent bandana
Why I sag so hard bitch mind your manners
Excuse me I’m high as hell, bitch mind your business
Was fucked up, now I’m doing tremendous
We talkin’ about money, you know I got plenty
All of my bitches, they look like a vixen
All of my niggas trigger finger itchin’
I can’t help it that I’m paid as fuck and all of these niggas bitches love me
I can’t help I paid these bitches no mind, and they still wanna fuck me
Pull up, count the bread, and I’m gone
I’m getting money, I’m never at home
My little bitch, she bad to the bone
Got dirty in my styrofoam
Fresh as fuck like I’m going to the prom
Presidential, Obama on my arm
She get in my passenger seat, she gone
It’s over, I won

[Hook]
I just spent your budget on my right wrist
In a drop top smoking kush with my white bitch
I just turned your main bitch to my side bitch
How you get that new Rarri and it ain’t out yet
(I don’t know, damn)
It’s all about money, it’s all about cake
I’m getting too much, I keep a toothache
It’s all about paper, and I’m super straight
Ain’t getting no money then you in the way
It’s all about money, it’s all about cake
I’m getting too much, I keep a toothache
It’s all about paper and I’m super straight

[Verse 2]
It’s all about dealing, it’s all about weight
It ain’t ’bout these bitches, it’s ’bout getting paid
It ain’t about friends, it’s all about cake
First they love you, then they hate
Out here in these streets ain’t nobody straight
That fake shit I can’t relate
I keep heat like MIA
And good weed just like LA
My lil thick bitch call her bae
Boy I got more weight than you weigh
I got what I got cause I prayed
Guess what else I did, I prayed
Just got off the phone with god
And he said there’s more on the way
Real nigga 24/7, not every other day
I’m killing this shit
I’m killing this shit, counting millions and shit
Luxury living and shit
Counting and chilling and shit
Handling business and shit
Racks in the ceiling and shit
Why I got all this ice on me, because my traphouse lit

[Hook]
I just spent your budget on my right wrist
In a drop top smoking kush with my white bitch
I just turned your main bitch to my side bitch
How you get that new Rarri and it ain’t out yet
(I don’t know, damn)
It’s all about money, it’s all about cake
I’m getting too much, I keep a toothache
It’s all about paper, and I’m super straight
Ain’t getting no money then you in the way
It’s all about money, it’s all about cake
I’m getting too much, I keep a toothache
It’s all about paper and I’m super straight