The Weeknd – Reminder

Recommend play my song on the radio
You too busy trying to find that blue-eyed soul
I let my black hair grow and my weed smoke
And I sweat too much on the regular
We gone let them hits fly, we gone let her go
If it ain’t XO then it gotta go
I just won a new award for a kids show
Talking ’bout a face coming off a bag a blow
I’m like goddamn bitch I am not a Teen Choice
Goddamn bitch I am not a bleach boy
Whip game, make a nigga understand though
Got that Hannibal, Silence of the Lambo
Hit the gas so hard make it rotate
All my niggas blew up like a propane
All these RnB niggas be so lame
Got a sweet Asian chick she go low mane

You know man, you know man, you know man
Everytime we try to forget who I am
I’ll be right there to remind you again
You know man (pow! pow!), you know man

Said Im just tryna swim in something wetter than the ocean
Faded off a double cup, I’m mixing up the potion
All I wanna do is make that money and make dope shit
It just seem like niggas tryna sound like all my old shit
Everybody knows it, all these niggas know me
Platinum off a mixtape, sipping on that codeine
Pour it in my trophies, roll until my nose bleed
I’mma keep on singing while I’m burning up that OG
All my niggas get it they make money all alone
Wrap a chain around they neck, making sure I’m getting home
When I travel ’round the globe, make a couple mil a show
And I come back to my city, I fuck every girl I know
Used to walk around with a slouch, had a mattress on the floor
Now my shit straight
Eating all day, tryna lose weight
That good sex, we’ll sweat it out
Hotel bedsprings we’ll wear it out
I ain’t gotta tell you cause

You know man, you know man
You know man, you know man
Everytime we try to forget who I am
I’ll be right there to remind you again
You know man (pow! pow!), you know man

Why don’t you shake something, shake something
For the Don, don’t you break nothing, break nothing
Big girl won’t you work something, work something
For the Don, don’t you hurt nothing, hurt nothing
Big girl won’t you shake something, shake something
For the Don, don’t you break nothing, break nothing
Baby girl won’t you work something, work something
For the Don, don’t you hurt nothing, hurt nothing

Cause you know man, they know me
You ain’t know man, now you know me

OneRepublic – Let’s Hurt Tonight

When, when we came home
Worn to the bones
I told myself, "this could get rough"
And when, when I was off, which happened a lot
You came to me and said, "that’s enough"
Oh I know that this love is pain
But we can’t cut it from out these veins, no
So I’ll hit the lights and you lock the doors
We ain’t leaving this room ’til we bust the mold
Don’t walk away, don’t roll your eyes
They say love is pain, well darling, let’s hurt tonight
When, when you came home
Worn to the bones
I told myself, "this could be rough"
Oh, I know you’re feeling insane
Tell me something that I can explain, oh
I’ll hit the lights and you lock the doors
Tell me all of the things that you couldn’t before
Don’t walk away, don’t roll your eyes
They say love is pain, well darling, let’s hurt tonight
If this love is pain, well darling, let’s hurt, oh tonight
So you hit the lights and I’ll lock the doors
Let’s say all of the things that we couldn’t before
Won’t walk away, won’t roll my eyes
They say love is pain, well darling, let’s hurt tonight
If this love is pain, then honey let’s love tonight

Keith Urban – The Fighter (feat. Carrie Underwood)

[Verse 1: Keith Urban]
I know he hurt you
Made you scared of love, too scared to love
He didn’t deserve you
Cause your precious heart is a precious heart
He didn’t know what he had and I thank God, oh, oh, oh
And it’s gonna take just a little time
But you’re gonna see that I was born to love you

[Chorus: Keith Urban and Carrie Underwood]
What if I fall?
I won’t let you fall
What if I cry?
I’ll never make you cry
And if I get scared?
I’ll hold you tighter
When they’re tryna get to you baby I’ll be the fighter
What if I fall?
I won’t let you fall
What if I cry?
I promise I’ll never make you cry
And if I get scared?
I’ll hold you tighter
When they’re tryna get to you baby I’ll be the fighter

[Verse 2: Keith Urban]
Look in the mirror
You’re beautiful, so beautiful
I’m here to remind you
You’re my only one, let me be the one
To heal all the pain that he put you through
It’s a love like you never knew
Just let me show you

[Chorus: Keith Urban and Carrie Underwood]
What if I fall?
I won’t let you fall
What if I cry?
I’ll never make you cry
And if I get scared?
I’ll hold you tighter
When they’re tryna get to you baby I’ll be the fighter
What if I fall?
I won’t let you fall
What if I cry?
I promise, I’ll never make you cry
And if I get scared?
I’ll hold you tighter
When they’re tryna get to you baby I’ll be the fighter

[Bridge: Keith Urban and Carrie Underwood]
I wanna believe that you got me baby
I swear I do from now until the next life
I wanna love, wanna give you all my heart

[Chorus: Keith Urban and Carrie Underwood]
What if I fall?
I won’t let you fall
What if I cry?
I’ll never make you cry
And if I get scared?
I’ll hold you tighter
When they’re tryna get to you baby I’ll be the fighter
What if I fall?
I won’t let you fall
What if I cry?
I promise I’ll never make you cry
And if I get scared?
I’ll hold you tighter
When they’re tryna get to you baby I’ll be the fighter

[Outro: Keith Urban and Carrie Underwood]
What if I fall?
What if I cry?
And if I get scared?
I’ll hold you tighter
When they’re tryna get to you baby I’ll be the fighter

Kygo & Selena Gomez – It Ain’t Me (feat. Selena Gomez)

[Verse 1: Selena Gomez]
I had a dream
We were sipping whiskey neat
Highest floor, The Bowery
Nowhere’s high enough
Somewhere along the lines
We stopped seeing eye to eye
You were staying out all night
And I had enough

[Pre-Chorus: Selena Gomez]
No, I don’t wanna know
Where you been or where you’re goin’
But I know I won’t be home
And you’ll be on your own

[Chorus: Selena Gomez]
Who’s gonna walk you
Through the dark side of the morning?
Who’s gonna rock you
When the sun won’t let you sleep?
Who’s waking up to drive you home
When you’re drunk and all alone?
Who’s gonna walk you
Through the dark side of the morning?

[Drop: Selena Gomez & Kygo]
It ain’t me
(The Bowery, whiskey neat, where you’re going)
It ain’t me
(The Bowery, whiskey neat, where you’re going)
It ain’t me
(The Bowery, whiskey neat, where you’re going)
It ain’t me
(The Bowery, whiskey neat, where you’re going)
It ain’t me

[Verse 2: Selena Gomez]
I had a dream
We were back to seventeen
Summer nights and the liberties
Never growing up
I’ll take with me
The polaroids and the memories
But you know I’m gonna leave
Behind the worst of us

[Chorus: Selena Gomez]
Who’s gonna walk you
Through the dark side of the morning?
Who’s gonna rock you
When the sun won’t let you sleep?
Who’s waking up to drive you home
When you’re drunk and all alone?
Who’s gonna walk you
Through the dark side of the morning?

[Drop: Selena Gomez & Kygo]
It ain’t me, no no
It ain’t me, no no
It ain’t me, no no
It ain’t me, no no
Who’s gonna walk you through the dark side of the morning?
It ain’t me
(The Bowery, whiskey neat, where you’re going)
It ain’t me
(The Bowery, whiskey neat, where you’re going)
It ain’t me
(The Bowery, whiskey neat, where you’re going)

Alan Walker – Alone (Restrung) (Lyric Video)

Lost in your mind
I wanna know
Am I losing my mind?
Never let me go

If this night is not forever
At least we are together
I know I’m not alone
I know I’m not alone
Anywhere, whenever
Apart, but still together

I know I’m not alone
I know I’m not alone
I know I’m not alone
I know I’m not alone

Unconscious mind
I’m wide awake
Wanna feel one last time
Take my pain away
If this night is not forever

At least we are together
I know I’m not alone
I know I’m not alone
Anywhere, whenever
Apart, but still together

I know I’m not alone
I know I’m not alone
I know I’m not alone
I know I’m not alone

I’m not alone, I’m not alone
I’m not alone, I know I’m not alone
I’m not alone, I’m not alone
I know I’m not alone

Ed Sheeran – How Would You Feel (Paean) (Live)

[Verse 1]
You are the one, girl
And you know that it’s true
I’m feeling younger
Every time that I’m alone with you

[Pre-Chorus 1]
We were sitting in a parked car
Stealing kisses in a front yard
We got questions we should not ask, but

[Chorus]
How would you feel
If I told you I loved you
It’s just something that I want to do
I’ll be taking my time
Spending my life
Falling deeper in love with you
So tell me that you love me too

[Verse 2]
In the summer
As the lilacs bloom
Blood flows deeper than a river
Every moment that I spend with you

[Pre-Chorus 2]
We were sat upon our best friend’s roof
I had both of my arms around you
Watching the sunrise replace the moon, but

[Chorus]
How would you feel
If I told you I loved you
It’s just something that I want to do
I’ll be taking my time
Spending my life
Falling deeper in love with you
So tell me that you love me too

[Guitar Solo]

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Yeah, we were sitting in a parked car
Stealing kisses in a front yard
We got questions we should not ask

[Chorus]
How would you feel
If I told you I loved you
It’s just something that I want to do
I’ll be taking my time
Spending my life
Falling deeper in love with you
Tell me that you love me too
Tell me that you love me too
Tell me that you love me too

Mariah Carey – I Don’t (feat. YG) (On Jimmy Kimmel) (Live)

[Intro]
Ladies & Gentlemen!

[Hook: YG]
I know you love me
You just don’t trust me
You don’t understand me
But you love it when I call you Ms. Carey
I know you love me
You just don’t trust me
You need to understand me
But you love it when I call you Ms. Carey, yeah

[Verse 1: Mariah Carey]
Somewhere in another life
We stole a moment in time
Gave you everything that you needed
I was even down to repeat it
Said you would always be mine
Feeding me nothing but lies
I was so gone, I admit it
Happy messed up for a minute

[Pre-Chorus: Mariah Carey]
But I’m tired of cryin’, no more tears
Pity party of the year
Cold at night cause you’re not here
Leaving you was my worst fear
I was caught up, I was… blind
You kept playin’ with my… mind
Told you I’m finished, gassed up the whip and…
Rear view, bye

[Chorus: Mariah Carey]
‘Cause when you love someone
You just don’t treat them bad
You messed up all we had
Probably think I’m coming back
But I don’t, I don’t
‘Cause boy I was buggin’
Thinkin’ somehow I could trust you
See, I used to love you
But I don’t, I don’t
‘Cause boy I was buggin’
Thinkin’ somehow I could trust you
But you don’t mean nothing
‘Cause I don’t, I don’t

[Verse 2]
I tried to make it work
No matter how much it hurt
You had to make it all about you
Tell me why you go and do me like you do?
I went from me and you
To walking right out on you
I know you want love, in your feelings
Frontin’ on me like your love was the realest

[Pre-Chorus: Mariah Carey]
And I’m tired of cryin’, no more tears
Pity party of the year
Cold at night cause you’re not here
Leaving you was my worst fear
I was caught up, I was… blind
You kept playin’ with my… mind
Told you I’m finished, gassed up the whip and…
Rear view, bye

[Chorus: Mariah Carey]
‘Cause when you love someone
You just don’t treat them bad
You messed up all we had
Probably think I’m coming back
But I don’t, I don’t
‘Cause boy I was buggin’
Thinkin’ somehow I could trust you
See, I used to love you
But I don’t, I don’t
‘Cause boy I was buggin’
Thinkin’ somehow I could trust you
But you don’t mean nothing
‘Cause I don’t, I don’t

[Hook: YG]
I know you love me
You just don’t trust me
You don’t understand me
But you love it when I call you Ms. Carey
I know you love me
You just don’t trust me
You need to understand me
But you love it when I call you Ms. Carey, yeah

[Verse 3: YG]
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, I just got you ring, for what?
I put you in the game, now it’s game over
Every time you went to the Louis store you got chauffeured
Hold up, how you gon’ leave that?
Hold up, give me my ring back
Never mind, you can keep that
‘Cause every time you look at your ring, me, you gon’ dream that

[Hook: YG]
I know you love me
You just don’t trust me
You don’t understand me
But you love it when I call you Ms. Carey
I know you love me
You just don’t trust me
You need to understand me
But you love it when I call you Ms. Carey, yeah

[Chorus: Mariah Carey]
‘Cause when you love someone
You just don’t treat them bad
You messed up all we had
Probably think I’m coming back
But I don’t, I don’t
‘Cause boy I was buggin’
Thinkin’ somehow I could trust you
See, I used to love you
But I don’t, I don’t
‘Cause boy I was buggin’
Thinkin’ somehow I could trust you
But you don’t mean nothing
‘Cause I don’t, I don’t

Sturgill Simpson – All Around You

There will be days
When the sun won’t shine
When it seems like the whole world is against you
Don’t be afraid
Life is unkind
You can let go of the pain if you choose to
‘Cause time slips away
Skies fall apart
It ain’t too hard
A universal heart
Glowing, flowing, all around you
There will be nights that go on forever
Like you’re long-lost at sea
Never to be found
Just know in your heart
That we’re always together
And long after I’m gone
I’ll still be around
‘Cause our bond is eternal
And so is love
God is inside you all around you
And up above
Show me, show me, you’re the way
‘Cause time slips away
Skies fall apart
It ain’t too hard
A universal heart
Glowing, flowing, all around you

Rae Sremmurd – Swang

Um, it’s nasty (it’s nasty, it’s nasty)
Know some young niggas like to swang, yeah
Know some young niggas like to swang
Know some young niggas like to swang

Know some young niggas like to swang
Know some young niggas like to swang
Big bank take a little bank
Everyday spillin’ up drank
She want the whole crew, shawty brave
When the money talks, what is there to say?
Blow away, watch it blow away
When I die can’t take it to the grave
Hop out, drop, top, fuck y’all talkin’ I need it right now
Cash in the air, yeah, what goes up gotta come down

Gettin’ dough ain’t a thing change
Coasting, grippin’ grain
Like a phase
Don’t say my name in vain
I’m so glad that you came
All these bad bitches gettin’ slain
Broke ass nigga get a clue
All these niggas know how we do

Know some young niggas like to swang
Know some young niggas like to swang
Big bank take a little bank
Everyday spillin’ up drank
She want the whole crew, shawty brave
When the money talks, what is there to say?
Blow away, watch it blow away
When I die can’t take it to the grave
Hop out, drop, top, fuck y’all talkin’ I need it right now
Cash in the air, yeah, what goes up gotta come down

I know some young niggas from the bottom
They’ll do anything for a dollar
I coulda went to school to be a doctor
But I dropped out and chose to be a baller
Switchin’ lanes, spittin’ game in my new drop
Still on a paper chase that don’t ever stop
Everybody with me family, that’s how we rock
Party at the mansion, we bout to flood the spot
Sremmlife!

Know some young niggas like to swang
Know some young niggas like to swang
Big bank take a little bank
Everyday spillin’ up drank
She want the whole crew, shawty brave
When the money talks, what is there to say?
Blow away, watch it blow away
When I die can’t take it to the grave (yeah!)

Papa Roach – Help

I count the days that we have spent apart
I’ve got a bad liver and a broken heart
There’s no salvation in the comfort of you (comfort of you)
And I finally realize your tearing me apart

So help me, save me,
Tell me that the end is near
Help me, save me
Tell me that the end is here
I am done with you

You’ve made my life completely miserable
You drove me to the edge, you’ve caused me all this pain
But I always loved you cause your "oh so special" ("oh so special")
I’m broken and I’m alone and I cannot maintain

So help me, save me,
Tell me that the end is near
Help me, save me
Tell me that the end is here
I am done with you

I am done with you (done with you)
I am done with you (done with you)
I am done with you (done with you)
I am done with you (done with you, I am done with you)

I count the days that we have spent apart
I’ve got a bad liver and a broken heart

Help me, save me,
Tell me that the end is near
Help me, save me,
Tell me that the end is here
I am done with you

Because you and me are through
You couldn’t help me, you couldn’t save me
Now I know the end is here
I am done with you

New Found Glory – Happy Being Miserable

[Verse 1]
Carried your burdens in my heart
Sidelined your shallow ways
It just tore me apart
I used to think I was your savior
I see through you now
You indulge in this behavior

[Chorus]
I don’t want to know you
I don’t think we should talk anymore
I want the best for you
But you’re happy being miserable
I don’t want to know you
Or someone who’s so focused on themselves
I’ll save my best for someone else

[Verse 2]
We can debate our separate views
Just look at all your roadblocks
Logic will show you truth
I’ve hid in shadows, wrestled demons
But I won’t deny it because I know how to defeat them

[Chorus]
I don’t want to know you
I don’t think we should talk anymore
I want the best for you
But you’re happy being miserable
I don’t want to know you
Or someone who’s so focused on themselves
I’ll save my best for someone else

[Bridge]
When you throw me under the bus
Back it up and run me over
If I always catch your fall
You will never hit the surface to feel it all
You gotta feel it all

[Chorus]
I don’t want to know you
I don’t think we should talk anymore
I want the best for you
But you’re happy being miserable
I don’t want to know you
Or someone who’s so focused on themselves
I’ll save my best for someone else
I’ll save my best for someone else
(I don’t want to know you, I don’t want to know you)
I’ll save my best for someone else
(I don’t want to know you, I don’t want to know you)
I don’t want to know you
Or someone who’s so focused on themselves
I’ll save my best for someone else

Maggie Rogers – Better

[Verse 1]
Silence lays like lace around my mind
Delicate embrace I need sometimes
Guides me when I’m on my way back home
Tells me when I’m truly all alone

[Pre-Chorus 1]
And when I get sick of the silence
I get back on the highway
Could be going nowhere
I can be going your way
Sick of the silence
But I’ll be somewhere new by dawn

[Chorus 1]
They could be
Better, better, better, better, better
Better, better, better, better, better
Better, better, better, better, better
Oh, oh-oh-oh

[Verse 2]
And can you can recall that moment at all
When we warmed up way last June?
And how many times do we talk through the night
And sleep in way past noon?

[Pre-Chorus 2]
But now I’m sick of the silence
Getting back on the highway
Could be going nowhere
I can be going your way
Sick of the silence
But I’ll be somewhere new by dawn

[Chorus 2]
They could be better
They could be better
Better, better, better, better, better
Better
Better, better, better, better, better
Better, better, better, better, better

[Outro]
Be-be-be-be-be-better, better
Be-be-be-be-be-better, better
Better, better, better, better, better
Better, better, better, better, better
Better, better, better, better, better
Be-be-be-be-be-better, better
Oh, oh-oh-oh
Better, better, better, better, better
Better, better, better, better, better
Better, better, better, better, better
Be-be-be-be-be-better, better
Oh, oh-oh-oh
Better, better, better, better, better

Linkin Park – Heavy (feat. Kiiara) (Lyric Video)

[Verse 1: Chester Bennington]
I don’t like my mind right now
Stacking up problems that are so unnecessary
Wish that I could slow things down
I wanna let go but there’s comfort in the panic
And I drive myself crazy
Thinking everything’s about me
Yeah, I drive myself crazy
‘Cause I can’t escape the gravity

[Chorus: Chester Bennington & Kiiara]
I’m holding on
Why is everything so heavy?
Holding on
So much more than I can carry
I keep dragging around what’s bringing me down
If I just let go, I’d be set free
Holding on
Why is everything so heavy?

[Verse 2: Kiiara]
You say that I’m paranoid
But I’m pretty sure the world is out to get me
It’s not like I make the choice
To let my mind stay so fucking messy
I know I’m not the center of the universe
But you keep spinning ’round me just the same
I know I’m not the center of the universe
But you keep spinning ’round me just the same

[Chorus: Kiiara]
I’m holding on
Why is everything so heavy?
Holding on
So much more than I can carry
I keep dragging around what’s bringing me down
If I just let go, I’d be set free
Holding on
Why is everything so heavy?

[Bridge: Chester Bennington & Kiiara]
I know I’m not the center of the universe
But you keep spinning ’round me just the same
I know I’m not the center of the universe
But you keep spinning ’round me just the same
And I drive myself crazy
Thinking everything’s about me

[Chorus: Chester Bennington & Kiiara]
Holding on
Why is everything so heavy?
Holding on
So much more than I can carry
I keep dragging around what’s bringing me down
If I just let go, I’d be set free
Holding on
Why is everything so heavy?
Why is everything so heavy?
Why is everything so heavy?

Jay IDK – Boy’s Innocence (feat. Fat Trel)

[Hook]
The money take a boy’s innocence
The money tell the boy load the clip
The money tell him, rob him for his shits
The money tell him bang then dip

[Verse 1]
They don’t understand it, they don’t understand it
They ain’t tryna build till they see the hammer
Nigga I got bills I can’t see Havana
While you in Miami l’ll be Peter Panning
Planning how I’m bout to shine like a piece of patent
Money low
On my grind gotta keep it stackin
Heat off
Cold as fuck
Light the stove with matches
Wake up, turn to Robin
Like I’m friends with Batman
Gun charges on my record I can’t get ’em off
I am really not a thug, but when that money call
It make a nigga turn to something that he not at all
Rob a nigga for his shit, and leave him in his drawls

[Hook]
The money take a boy’s innocence
The money tell the boy load the clip
The money tell him, rob him for his shits
The money tell him bang then dip

[Bridge]
Grab the 4-5
Grab the new clip
Find a new lick, blap blap blap
Grab the iPhone
Grab the wallet
If he move wrong
Blap blap blap
If you got problems
And I got problems
We gon’ solve em , Blap blap blap
Grab the 4-5
Grab the new clip
Find a new lick, Blap blap blap

[Verse 2: Jay IDK & Fat Trel]
For the gold chain they get reckless
Hit your head wit the choppa make you neckless
And if you don’t respeck it, better check it
Or use hell’s gates for the exit
The money make me go a kill a copper
The money got me coppin’ from a doctor
The money got me eatin’ shrimp and lobsters
Suit and tie, white thot, attend the opera
Told her I want that medulla oblongata
Extra guac on my tacos, I’m talkin’ gwallas
I don’t issue threats, I pass a promise
So you could rock a vest, I pass a hollow
Living like we might not see tomorrow
My hood after midnight is like a horror
The money got my bitches placin’ orders
Sneakin’ work across the border, Sursum Corda

[Bridge]
Grab the 4-5
Grab the new clip
Find a new lick, blap blap blap
Grab the iPhone
Grab the wallet
If he move wrong
Blap blap blap
If you got problems
And I got problems
We gon’ solve em , Blap blap blap
Grab the 4-5
Grab the new clip
Find a new lick, Blap blap blap

Animal Collective – Jimmy Mack

Jimmy, Jimmy
Oh, Jimmy Mack
When are you coming back?
Jimmy, Jimmy
Oh, Jimmy Mack
You better hurry back, hurry back, hurry back, hurry back

My arms are missing you
My lips feel the same way too
I tried so hard to be true
Just like I promised to do
But this boy keeps a-coming around
He trying to wear my resistance down
Come on

Jimmy Mack, Jimmy
Oh, Jimmy Mack
When are you coming back?
Jimmy Mack, Jimmy
Oh, Jimmy Mack
You better hurry back, you better hurry back, better hurry back, better hurry back
Come on now

He calls me up on the phone
About three times a day
Now my heart’s not listening
To what he has to say
But this loneliness inside me is reaching out to be his friend
Come on

Jimmy Mack, Jimmy
Oh, Jimmy Mack
When are you coming back?
Jimmy Mack, Jimmy
Oh, Jimmy Mack
When are you coming back?
And are you coming back?
And are you coming back?
And are you coming back?
I need your loving, Jimmy!

Come on, come on, come on
Hey, hey, hey
Jimmy Mack, come on even man
Come on

Come on now
Come, come on now
Come on, Jimmy

I’m not saying I’m getting much stronger
Can’t hold on very much longer
I know I tried to be true
But, Jimmy, he talks just as sweet as you

Jimmy Mack, Jimmy
Oh, Jimmy Mack
You better hurry back
Jimmy Mack, Jimmy
Oh, Jimmy Mack
When are you coming back?
And are you coming back?
And are you coming back?
And are you coming back?
I need your loving!

Come on, Jimmy
Come on now
Ay, ay
Jimmy Mack
Come, come, come on now, Jimmy
Come on, come on, come on, Jimmy
Jimmy, Jimmy, come on
Uh, Jimmy
Come on now, Jimmy
Come on, come on, come on, come on!
Come on, Jimmy
Ooh, come back, come back, come back now, Jimmy
Come on, Jimmy
Come on, come back, Jimmy
Come on, Jimmy

You better hurry back
And are you coming back?
When are you coming back?
And are you coming back?
I need your loving, Jimmy

Future – Rent Money (Future Album)

[Intro]
Super
They go crazy
Yeah
They comin’ in and out, in and out, in and out
Trap spot boomin’

[Chorus]
Got the money comin’ in, it ain’t no issues
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
Got the Mac 11 cocked, it got the kick too
Servin’ niggas like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
Ya baby mama fuck me better when the rent’s due
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
She sucked my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you

[Verse 1]
Treat me like I’m Al Capone, nigga, fuck you
John Gotti, Illuminati, nigga, fuck you
I put a middle finger up, because, fuck you
This money got me geekin’ up, nigga, fuck you
Red bottoms with the fur like Frank Luc
I bought some VVS and she caught the chain flu
I fucked this R&B bitch, I should thank you
Yah, I was sippin’ my codeine from the beginnin’
She jocked my whole team, she seen who’s winnin’
We light Liv up on a Sunday, come see us livin’
This for my dogs on the one way in penitentiaries
Send a direct hit, you gotta pay attention
I just lit my wrist up, I need some more attention
She didn’t wanna play fair, I put her on suspension
I put a key on Greyhound now I’m in a new dimension
Offered her 25, keep tryin’ to take some of my percentage
I was petrified you know my right wrist authentic
I get glorified, that Richard Mille cost 250
I’m a big dog, it ain’t no sense in holdin’ back
On my Usain Bolt shit, I ran up me a sack
Fuckin’ with them strippers all in G5
And as soon as the club closed we board the G5
I got scammers and junkies lined up on each side
I got five percent tint on each side
I tried to make it outta school on the east side
I’m on my Nicky Barnes shit, so it’s fuck school
I’m blowin’ money real fast like Big Meech crew
I like my hundreds stacked up, I like ‘em neat too
They come in stuck together when they in the wrap still
I fucked a rapper bitch, I was on a drug deal
I fucked a rapper bitch, I was on a drug deal

[Hook]
Got the money comin’ in, it ain’t no issues
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
Got the Mac 11 cocked, it got the kick too
Servin’ niggas like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
Ya baby mama fuck me better when the rent’s due
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
She sucked my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you

[Verse 2]
I fucks R&B bitches, should thank you
Them bricks coming in like the John Doe crew
They put a number on your head, they tryna stank you
I’m ‘bout to take ‘em out the game, nigga fuck you
They got me goin’ insane, now it’s fuck you
I let my brother fuck your bitch, he got the dog food
I damn near get half a ticket for a walk through
I fuck dem Super Bowl bitches down in Houston
I got this westside freakin’ like boostin’
I built my empire up like Lucious
Ayy gimme pounds, gimme bricks, I’m a nuisance
I make the blogs with ya bitch cause I’m ruthless
I make the blogs with ya bitch cause I’m ruthless
Yah, I get cash money like I’m Mack Maine
I just put a rapper bitch on game
I be smokin’ rapper weed with my gang
I just slam dunked ya bitch hall of fame

[Hook]
Got the money comin’ in, it ain’t no issues
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
Got the Mac 11 cocked, it got the kick too
Servin’ niggas like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
Ya baby mama fuck me better when the rent’s due
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
She sucked my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you
I fucked this R & B bitch, I should thank you, yeah

[Trap House Skit]
*Knocking*
Nigga, with yo loud ass, bruh
Yo, what’s going on E
The Big Frank Dog
I know you be trippin’, bruh
I just got this lil, god damn, hoe with me, bruh
Let me get a gram right quick; smoke that hoe out, right quick
A gram? Man, if you don’t get yo ass up outta here, nigga?
Get that nigga ass up outta here, man
Nigga talkin’ about he want a gram
What, you wanna Grammy?
Boy, you trippin’; you trippin’, bruh
Let me leave with a bag, then, I’m good for it
You a got damn fool; I can’t do nothin’ with no god damn $10
Get yo ass on outta here, man
Try to come up here for no damn gram, nigga
That’s candy money nigga
A gram!?

Future – Good Dope (Future Album)

[Intro]
Wet, wet, wet, wet wet
You know it’s Pluto

[Hook]
Tiffany’s, Tiffany’s, we goin’ shoppin’ at Tiffany’s
You crampin’ me, they ampin’ me
They bout to make me start braggin’
Five percent on the wagon
I spit and I’m hot as a dragon
My niggas in the streets be shootin’
My niggas in jail be stabbin’
I do good dope, I got a good hoe
Js at the door, got dem Js at the door
Got some Js at the door, got dem junkies at the door

[Verse 1]
Servin’ up burgers boss, watchin’ cameras
Drivin’ foreign cars, totin’ hammers
Gotta crazy squad in Alabama
South Carolina boys, we good in Tampa
Swipe the big credit card, it’s worth the gamble
Lamborghini boys, excuse my manners
My paint wet, my neck wet
My ears wet, my wrist wet
Rings wet, my bitch wet
Her bitch wet, they stay wet
Anytime I miss her, I’ma call her, she stay wet
Emilio Pucci, Pucci is different from Gucci
Coupee, coupee, a cartoon you lookin’ all droopy
Goofy, Goofy, these niggas they lookin’ like groupies
Styro-foam cup, purple Act gluey

[Hook]
I do good dope, I got a good hoe
Js at the door, got dem Js at the door
Tiffany’s, Tiffany’s, we goin’ shoppin’ at Tiffany’s
You crampin’ me, they ampin’ me
They bout to make me start braggin’
Five percent on the wagon
I spit and I’m hot as a dragon
My niggas in the streets be shootin’
My niggas in jail be stabbin’
I do good dope, I got a good hoe
Js at the door, got dem Js at the door

[Verse 2]
Purple Act gluey, sticky icky
Esco he a hippie, tricky, tricky
Pass your dog a mickey, hit me, lick me
Fuck me, bitch don’t kiss me
Fuck me, bitch don’t kiss me
I do good dope, I got a good hoe
Js at the door, got dem Js at the door
Got some Js at the door, got dam junkies at the door
Servin’ up burgers boss, watchin’ cameras

[Hook]
I do good dope, I got a good hoe
Js at the door, got dem Js at the door
Tiffany’s, Tiffany’s, we goin’ shoppin’ at Tiffany’s
You crampin’ me, they ampin’ me
They bout to make me start braggin’
Five percent on the wagon
I spit and I’m hot as a dragon
My niggas in the streets be shootin’
My niggas in jail be stabbin’
I do good dope

Future – Zoom (Future Album)

[Intro]
Bought a drop top Porsche, about to cut the top off
Trappin’ is a sport young nigga get ya knocked off
Hol’ up

[Hook]
Turbo switchin’ lanes, Hublot switch your watch
Trappin’ switch the spots, when you’re runnin’ hot
Feet on the gas, trappin’ dem bags
Run up a sack and never look back
Shorty got miles on her, I’m about to spaz in it
I ran it up fast, I ran it up fast
I ran it up fast, I ran it up fast
I ran it up fast, I ran it up fast

[Verse 1]
I secure the bag first, I’m ready to boast
I secure the bag first, I’m full of that dope
Court side with a mink
Pee Wee Kirkland on the scene
Five karats, wear the link
Both hands full of ink
Money drying in your hand
Wrap the bail in Saran
My yellow bitch want a tan
I just landed from Japan
Tokyo and Korea
Panamera to the lear
Yellow metal with the gold
Fishscale with these hoes
Mossberg, I’m drinkin’ mud
Put a hit out on a dud
Bought my lil’ nigga 12 slugs
Just to shine bright when he rub
I just bailed out ol’ Buice
20 pills goin’ hyphy
Oh you lookin’ real icy
Boy you know you nothin’ like me

[Hook]
Turbo switchin’ lanes, Hublot switch your watch
Trappin’ switch the spots, when you’re runnin’ hot
Feet on the gas, trappin’ dem bags
Run up a sack and never look back
Shorty got miles on her, I’m about to spaz in it
I ran it up fast, I ran it up fast
I ran it up fast, I ran it up fast
I ran it up fast, I ran it up fast

[Verse 2]
I gave her the raw lean
They sound like my offsprings
Nitro gasoline
Bought some more money machines
Bring out a brand new machine
I bought a whole lot of bling
Treat me like Weezy and Baby
Treat me like Mannie and Turky
I went to juvie with work on me
I had to cop it and purchase
I put more ice on the day today
Rockin’ these prezzies and Cartier
I got it and flooded the plain Jane
I made my young niggas insane
Crunchin’ dem Xans up and then drink
Get you a Draco and then crank it
Saudi Arabian, Ben Franklin
Leave it to me they would’ve been stained ‘em
Saditty in back, we done got acquainted
You see the dash they gotta see me
I ran it up fast, they can’t see me
I went surfin’ with you
I buy them Birkins for you
I go to surgery with you

[Hook]
Turbo switchin’ lanes, Hublot switch your watch
Trappin’ switch the spots, when you’re runnin’ hot
Feet on the gas, trappin’ dem bags
Run up a sack and never look back
Shorty got miles on her, I’m about to spaz in it
I ran it up fast, I ran it up fast
I ran it up fast, I ran it up fast
I ran it up fast, I ran it up fast

[Podcast Skit]
*Laughing*
Ah, Shit!
Got it all back, baby
God damn, welcome to Cap City Records internet podcast, baby, where we make dreams come true
The first five callers that call in right now, man, we gone have you the rapper starter kit. Oh my god! It comes with the Cap City contract, which is a 12 album, nine year deal. We gone take some calls; the boards lightin’ up right now. Look, take a call. Caller?

Yeah, that deal; we need that!
Yeah, we need that
Yeah, we need that shit, dat way! nigga, yeah!
(gunshot and and assault rifle sounds)
This way, nigga! Yeah!
We need that deal, nigga

What? What you say, young man?

I keep it on me!

Hold on, fella!
(gunshot and assault rifle sounds)
I’m sayin’; I can’t hear you
Is there a shoot out?
What’s goin’ on, young fella?

Lil’ Draco in this bitch!
Lil’ Extendo in this bitch!
(gunshots)

You just won a Cap City Records contract, man
Listen here, baby
Lil’ Draco! Lil’ Extendo! Congratulations, baby; y’all won

Yeah, nigga, yeah
Cap City
Six months, man we got that shit
12 albums, man we got that shit
I’m finna shoot everything up
(gunshots)
We need that!

Future – Draco (Future Album)

[Intro]
You better not raise your voice at me
You know I got a pimp degree
Pluto

[Hook]
Draco season with the bookbag
Backpack, got a little kick back
Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back

[Verse 1]
Lamborghini doors, but I never stop
Fuck around got a nigga pissed off
Nice little thot got stiff arm
Did the Heisman on the hoe got the stiff arm
Fuck up that body like Tyson or Holyfield, wo wo wo wo wo
A Couple of pills and I got my soda filled, wo wo wo wo wo
Break out a sweat, I go head over heels for these meals, wo wo wo wo wo wo
She thinks she the one, but to me she ain’t nothing but a thrill wo wo wo wo wo
I’ve been drippin’ like a god with her
I been dodgin’ all the fly what else
I been fillin’ up garages what else
I gave her a French monage what else
Close your eyes eyes eyes
I’m about to slide slide slide
Wonder why why why
I stay in the sky sky sky
Pink Molly, let me dance with her
Freestylin’, let me dance with her
Sky Dweller, it was sentimental
Rose gold, it was sentimental

[Hook]
Draco season with the bookbag
Rat tat, got a little kick back
Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back

[Verse 2]
Fuck up my bitch by the change
Brought me from trap house to stage
I wanna jump in the air
You know the love ain’t fair
You killin’ then show us the proof
I already got the juice
Chain different colors like fruits
I like to hang out the roof
I got to train my bitches
I’m putting chains on my bitches
I’ll put some chain on some snitches
I’m focused im back on my mission
Flex on a nigga no apologies
Molly all white, done gotta me
Playing hockey with the ice in the major league
Thirty five bitches at the Saint Reg
Fall back shooter like KD
Back in the kitchen with the curry
Pourin’ up xan can’t hurt me
Pineapple drink lookin syruppy
Fifty six night I was 30
Styrofoam cups same patient
Heard you been talkin’ bout the kid
Knowin’ damn well that’s a flagrant
I cancel two bitches
I got me some new bitches
Come check out how I’m living
I got me some new jewelry
I got me some new drip
Ain’t got nothing to do with it
I’ll give my bitch to you
If that what she mean to you

[Hook]
Draco season with the bookbag
Rat tat, got a little kick back
Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
Draco season with the bookbag
Rat tat, got a little kick back
Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back

[Verse 3]
Yeah I cruisin’ in the deep
Im twisted up I got geeked
Misbehaving with ya freak
Can’t tell she got teeth
I was in her mouth like veneers
Start comparing my career
Designer flooded through the crib
Business furniture for real
I bought a Fendi couch for my kids
They just want to plug a nigga wig
Charge a half a mil for the gig
Middle fingers up fuck the pigs
Diamonds fallin’ off my let me jig
Never falling off and never quit
I retired cookin’ up a brick
Certified nigga hot to six
Who was rapping diamonds in the zone
I was chargin’ 10 for the strong
Keep on goin’ in on this song
Keep an F&N at your home
Lesson learned and we moving on
I got firm niggas, Al Capone
Got my Chi niggas on the horn
Downtown Atlanta I was born

Future – Super Trapper (Future Album)

[Intro]
The top come out the lamb cause I’m a super trapper
My pockets on fat Albert I’m a super trapper

[Hook]
I came up from out the apartments where they trigger happy
Bought my bitch a brand new Rollie and she still ain’t happy
Got that Cartier with diamonds and I’m laughing at ya
911 Turbo Porsche cause I’m a super trapper
Young Pluto is out the trenches but I’m big and badder
I can’t never go back broke and that what really matter
Tryin’ to sabotage my crew boy you a swagger jacker
911 Turbo Porsche cause im a super trapper

[Verse 1]
Rags to riches fuck these snitches i ain’t scared
Cold and shiesty put some prices on your head
Im a product of da young nigga with dreams
And my left wrist cost a bird, I’m a Tropicana serve
Shorty unsure
Hope we don’t do sherm
Came from out da curb
Made mysef a don
I gotta do payroll
My check on Jose Canseco
First class Saint Tropez hoe
You do whatever I say so

[Bridge]
The top come out the lamb cause I’m a super trapper
My pockets on Fat Albert I’m a super trapper
Two door Maybach on the schedule that’s the latest
Hard top Rari, Double R, that Mercedes

[Hook]
I came up from out the apartments where they trigger happy
Bought my bitch a brand new Rollie and she still ain’t happy
Got that Cartier with diamonds and I’m laughing at ya
911 Turbo Porsche cause I’m a super trapper
Young Pluto is out the trenches but I’m big and badder
I can’t never go back broke and that what really matter
Tryin’ to sabotage my crew boy you a swagger jacker
911 Turbo Porsche cause I’m a super trapper

[Verse 2]
All these foreigns got me lookin inconsiderate
All these exotic bitches got me like a racist
I just throw that in the safe and then count it
My tennis bracelets lookin like a water fountain
I got Benjamins, they taller than a mountain
I was pushing dope and then hired an accountant
Lamborgini I say lamb when I pronounce it
The doors go lift up in the air and they so spacious

[Hook]
I came up from out the apartments where they trigger happy
Bought my bitch a brand new Rollie and she still ain’t happy
Got that Cartier with diamonds and I’m laughing at ya
911 Turbo Porsche cause I’m a super trapper
Young Pluto is out the trenches but I’m big and badder
I can’t never go back broke and that what really matter
Tryin’ to sabotage my crew boy you a swagger jacker
911 Turbo Porsche cause im a super trapper

[Verse 3]
I’ll raise ya bout that fetticini then some
Told her meet me at the boat I’m in its mad simple
I still up push the line nigga Julius Peppers
Keep money on my mind got a bad temper
Paid cash is very hard for me to do rentals
I can’t hate ya cause I faked it til I made it too
Sober lady you betrayed and got deflated
I’m trying pick this year who bitch who gon’ be my lady
I got bitches different flavor this one Cajun
I’ma pimp her and a sister I’m her favorites
Keep it cordial with these niggas cause they traders
I’m on molly and its pink like it’s Ms. Piggy

[Bridge]
The top come out the lamb cause I’m a super trapper
My pockets on Fat Albert I’m a super trapper
Two door Maybach on the schedule that’s the latest
Hard top Rari, Double R, that Mercedes
The top come out the lamb cause I’m a super trapper
My pockets on Fat Albert I’m a super trapper
Two door Maybach on the schedule that’s the latest

Future – Poa (Future Album)

[Intro]
Oh yeah, Super Super
Astronaut, yeah

[Hook]
Giorgio Armani, I’m drippin’ in it
Aston Martin, I’m whippin’ in it
Shit gettin’ too specific
10 black whips I’m too consistent
To my foreign bitches tell me if I’m too persistent
All my baby mamas, I just bought ‘em brand new Benzes
I need a power of attorney, I’m ‘bout to fuck up some M’s
I need a power of attorney, you need to get this on film
I’m ‘bout to push me a Wraith, you won’t catch me in the gym
I’m ‘bout to push me some weight, you won’t catch me in the gym

[Verse 1]
I’m ‘bout to fuck up some mula, but you don’t owe me no check
I don’t care if you my daddy, bitch I’ma cut off your neck
We rockin’ VV and Ss, I swear it’ll get a lil’ crowded
My chain, they fight for attention, my neck’ll get a lil’ rowdy
I’m doin’ my thizzle my nizzle
I work me a price down the middle
I keep me a bag of those Skittles
Tryna get you a radical feelin’
Automatic, it came with no ceiling
All this trappin’ it got you offended
Hit a 3-6-0 in a minute
Then I punch on the gas a lil’ harder
I be whippin’ the Lamb like a Charger
Get that money in the bag like a robber
When I whip it up, whip it up harder
To the young nigga rockin’ the Starter
I was sittin’ in the back of the MARTA
Now I sit in the back of a foreign
Soon as I took out the ‘Rari
I got the clutch in the carbon

[Hook]
Giorgio Armani, I’m drippin’ in it
Aston Martin, I’m whippin’ in it
Shit gettin’ too specific
10 black whips I’m too consistent
To my foreign bitches tell me if I’m too persistent
All my baby mamas, I just bought ‘em brand new Benzes
I need a power of attorney, I’m ‘bout to fuck up some M’s
I need a power of attorney, you need to get this on film
I’m ‘bout to push me a Wraith, you won’t catch me in the gym
I’m ‘bout to push me some weight, you won’t catch me in the gym

[Verse 2]
Why you be lookin’ so foul
I put the hundreds in piles
We ‘bout to roll up some Franklins
We ‘bout to roll up some loud
You better stay in your lane
I’m swervin’ all over the map
I got a Panamanian
With her pretty face all in my lap
I let her go to Sak’s Fifth Avenue
Run up some laps
Sometimes I go to Chanel
And I sit in the bitch like it’s a trap
Rolex store’s my bando
Boy George Bush with the ammo
I spent an M on indo
Put it on an 18-wheeler
Trappin’ and rappin’, finessin’
I go beyond for the scrilla
Freezin’ that ice out your chest
You lookin’ just like a dealer
Add it all up on an iPad
Talk to the plug on a car phone
Went to Miami and re’d up
Rovers, push it

[Hook]
Giorgio Armani, I’m drippin’ in it
Aston Martin, I’m whippin’ in it
Shit gettin’ too specific
10 black whips I’m too consistent
To my foreign bitches tell me if I’m too persistent
All my baby mamas, I just bought ‘em brand new Benzes
I need a power of attorney, I’m ‘bout to fuck up some M’s
I need a power of attorney, you need to get this on film
I’m ‘bout to push me a Wraith, you won’t catch me in the gym
I’m ‘bout to push me some weight, you won’t catch me in the gym

[Verse 3]
I’m ’bout to water whip it
So I could fuck up a bag
I’m ‘bout to cop me a Mazzi
I’m ‘bout to cop me a Jag
I done made 21 million
I got a zillion stacks
I done made 21 million
I had to run up a sack
I’m ‘bout to twerk dem numbers
‘Bout to go get me a hundred
I done went gram from gram
I done been workin’ a hundred
I made a fair amount
Stunted and doubled my digits
Just know that Pluto is hungry
Like when I worked a midget
I am original gang member
I’m not a New Edition
They ain’t gonna never be able to see me
I’m ‘bout to make them admit it
Everywhere I go is Fiji
Everywhere shine for the city
Everywhere I go is foreign
Wake up, take out the ceiling

[Hook]
Giorgio Armani, I’m drippin’ in it
Aston Martin, I’m whippin’ in it
Shit gettin’ too specific
10 black whips I’m too consistent
To my foreign bitches tell me if I’m too persistent
All my baby mamas, I just bought ‘em brand new Benzes
I need a power of attorney, I’m ‘bout to fuck up some M’s
I need a power of attorney, you need to get this on film
I’m ‘bout to push me a Wraith, you won’t catch me in the gym
I’m ‘bout to push me some weight, you won’t catch me in the gym

Future – Mask Off (Future Album)

[Intro]
Call it how it is
Hendrix
I promise, I swear, I swear
You heard
Spit it
Yo

[Chorus]
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Rep the set, gotta rep the set
Chase a check, never chase a bitch
Mask on, fuck it, mask off
Mask on, fuck it, mask off
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Chase a check, never chase a bitch
Don’t chase no bitches

[Verse 1]
Two cups, toast up with the gang
From food stamps to a whole ‘nother domain
Out the bottom, I’m the livin’ proof (Super)
They compromising, half a million on the coupe
Drug houses, lookin’ like Peru
Graduated, I was overdue
Pink molly, I can barely move
Ask about me, I’m gon’ bust a move
Rick James, 33 chains
Old Chanel, crusin’ Biscayne
Top off, that’s a liability
Hit the gas, boostin’ my adrenaline

[Chorus]
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Rep the set, gotta rep the set
Chase a check, never chase a bitch
Mask on, fuck it, mask off
Mask on, fuck it, mask off
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Chase a check, never chase a bitch
Don’t chase no bitches

[Verse 2]
Before the Maybach, I’d drive anything
Buy my Range, make ‘em go insane
My guillotine, drank promethazine
Tek and beams, go to those extremes
Parliament, call up Mari Wednesday
Parlay in Vegas, we was in attendance
Before the business, Theodore lenses
Whole prescriptions, focus on the missions
Intermission, never take a break
Switch states, touch down, foreign plates
Ain’t no way, ain’t no fucking way
You come to play, we didn’t come to play
Rob the bank, we gon’ rob the game
They gang, we gang, but they are not the same (Freebandz)

[Chorus]
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Rep the set, gotta rep the set
Chase a check, never chase a bitch
Mask on, fuck it, mask off
Mask on, fuck it, mask off
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Chase a check, never chase a bitch
Don’t chase no bitches

[Outro]
Mask on, fuck it, mask off
Mask on, fuck it, mask off
Mask on, fuck it, mask off
Gas gone, never nod off

Future – High Demand (Future Album)

[Intro]
Step on the scene forget about it
I bought her racks forget about it

[Hook]
Why you hatin’, why you hatin’, oh I’m fresher
You must not feel how I feel, oh I’m fresher
I just popped open a seal, I’m on X
Lil’ shawty send that to Blue Flame, send me a text
Future high demand, Future high demand
I don’t walk on land, bitch I don’t ever walk on land
I float off Earth, always float off Earth
Diamonds going on Chris Breezy Ooooooooo

[Verse 1]
She comin’ through in the wee wee hours
Went to the Hawks game in a helicopter
Said I want me a white bitch and I copped her
Future high demand, Future high demand
I don’t walk on land, bitch I don’t ever walk on land
George Jetson you can’t see me no
Do numbers like Boston George on Vimeo
I left that bih cause she was sleezy oooooooooo
You can’t be saditty and greedy no
I hid some money and I got plenty more
Stashed it in the walls, stashed in the floors
I dig a grave and bought a tombstone full of money
Stuffed a casket full of faces, got a tombstone full of money
Bought a foreign and a spaceship, bought a tombstone for my money

[Hook]
Why you hatin’, why you hatin’, oh I’m fresher
You must not feel how I feel, oh I’m fresher
I just popped open a seal, I’m on X
Lil’ shawty send that to Blue Flame, send me a text
Future high demand, Future high demand
I don’t walk on land, bitch I don’t ever walk on land
I float off Earth, always float off Earth
Diamonds going on Chris Breezy Ooooooooo

[Verse 2]
She ain’t runnin’ out of flavor I went to ice her
My number one bitch with me, it excite her
Let my shit go blow the bitch go to the cypher
The type of pussy it’s make you want to wife her
We do a whole lotta numbers
Grab on that pussy like Donald
Porsche got a little bit of trunk
But it’s goin’ over 200
Turtlenecks all on my collar
Love when a pretty bitch swallow
I did it up, gravity
Super so radically
Awesome, gnarly woo
Heavenly, rapidly
Like killers on Macafee
I do it immaculately
I’m all in her mouth like a cavity
Cold as the polar, I keep it precise
I go to space in the middle of the night
I gotta talk with that pipe in my hand now
It could be a threat or a fan now
I can’t caught with my hands down
I can’t be caught, my man’s down
I put some bodies up on the ground
That’s a few millions up underground
Murder for money, that’s man down
Kill more than police across town
Better not get caught with your hand down
Better not get caught with your hand down

[Hook]
Why you hatin’, why you hatin’, oh I’m fresher
You must not feel how I feel, oh I’m fresher
I just popped open a seal, I’m on X
Lil’ shawty send that to Blue Flame, send me a text
Future high demand, Future high demand
I don’t walk on land, bitch I don’t ever walk on land
I float off Earth, always float off Earth
Diamonds going on Chris Breezy Ooooooooo

[Outro]
Super Fuuuuuuu
Super Fuuuuuuu
Super Fuuuuuuu
Super Fuuuuuuu

Future – Outta Time (Future Album)

[Intro]
Super!
I see you makin’ that lil’ noise, but I ain’t enthused
Feed me Don, Don, Don, Don Perignon

[Chorus]
Gotta be in a rush, I can’t be runnin’ out of time
What you mean, what’s on my mind?
Federal Reserves on my mind
I got the plug online
Go crazy, lavish, put the spaceship on that bitch
Compellin’, you can hear the dons yellin’
I can’t take no vacations, I can’t lose
We poppin’ mollies and they watchin’ like parole

[Verse 1]
I see you makin’ that lil’ noise, but I ain’t enthused
Kidnap, no flinch, I’ma set back and reminisce
Fuck that bitch, got a love for water whippin’
‘Cause I don’t see a nigga ridin’ in a V12, that’s too Venice
I don’t wanna sell ’em no snack
I gotta get me a sack
Takin’ their clean batch
She’ll find my demon
I’ma drop my top, get some, I mean this
Shawty give me that mouth while I make a scene with (super sloppy)

[Chorus]
Who knew I’d get this much attention?
Be cool before you get put on suspension
P.I.M.P., gettin’ that Monica Lewinsky
Chain on freeze, wrist on jet-skis

[Verse 2]
I’m gettin’ frustrated and all for us
You see I bought the Bentley truck for us
I put in some hours every single night
Somewhere in the clouds, done lost sight
Khaled put a whole nigga on ice
Fucked on the girls, nigga more than twice
For the crazy bitches, glance shiesty
Had a crazy wrist and then iced it
I’m infatuated with shinin’
I’m infatuated with shinin’ (on my line)
I’m infatuated with shinin’
Give you motivation at its finest

[Chorus]
Who knew I’d get this much attention?
Be cool before you get put on suspension
P.I.M.P., gettin’ that Monica Lewinsky
Chain on freeze, wrist on jet-skis
Go crazy, lavish, put the spaceship on that bitch
Compellin’, you can hear the dons yellin’
I can’t take no vacations, I can’t lose
We poppin’ mollies and they watchin’ like parole

[Outro]
Gotta be in a rush, I can’t be runnin’ out of time
What you mean, what’s on my mind?
P.I.M.P., gettin’ that Monica Lewinsky
Chain on freeze, wrist on jet-skis

Future – Scrape (Future Album)

[Intro]
Shit too real, too real
Screamin’ for your life
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt

[Hook]
Scrape it out the pot when I cook it
Scrape it out the pot when I cook it
Scrape it out the pot when I cook it
Scrape it out the pot when I cook it
Make me have to cook it off the counter
Make me have to serve you with the hammer
Make me have to put it in the freezer
Make me have to put it in a Pamper
Bakin’ is all you heard, whippin’ cocaine up is all you heard
Bakin’ is all you heard, whippin’ cocaine up is all you heard
Bakin’ is all you heard, whippin’ cocaine up is all you heard
Whippin’ cocaine up is all you heard
Came in the house and it’s all you heard

[Verse 1]
Cookin’ up chicken like Gladys
Stayin’ up late on addies
Pullin’ up, swervin’ in a Caddy
Fuck around caught me a baddie
Cranberry cups with the ‘matic
Throw half a brick at Magic
18-5 on a Monday
I’ma renegade with the money
Like the way I scrape that butter
Betty Crocker sippin’ on muddy
Straight droppin’, gon’ get flooded
Pyrex pot and the 40
This’ll get a slow trap scrunchin’
If it ain’t hot, it ain’t rollin’
Twenty-four seven ain’t closin’
They got my name at the Precinct
Know a nigga playin’ in a sink
Came through playin’ in a mink
Don’t put the fan on, it’s gon’ shrink
I put a lot bands on another rinse
Got a lotta bands on me, outta drench
I got re-rock on me, got fish
I got kilo, Cuban on my wrist
I serve junkies, then I made a hit
I got my fork and my work and my syrup
I got my recipe goin’
You see me just splashin’ and play with that girl
You already know what I’m doin’

[Hook]
Scrape it out the pot when I cook it
Scrape it out the pot when I cook it
Scrape it out the pot when I cook it
Scrape it out the pot when I cook it
Make me have to cook it off the counter
Make me have to serve you with the hammer
Make me have to put it in the freezer
Make me have to put it in a Pamper
Bakin’ is all you heard, whippin’ cocaine up is all you heard
Bakin’ is all you heard, whippin’ cocaine up is all you heard
Bakin’ is all you heard, whippin’ cocaine up is all you heard
Splash, splash is all you heard
Came in the house and it’s all you heard

[Verse 2]
I just whipped up a new Celine
I just whipped up a Maserati truck
Cookin’ by the sink with the fire up
Burned down the house, call the fire truck
All Bape got me scrapin’ louder
Might even take a lil longer
Took a few losses with the cane
Arm & Hammer made me strong
Right for the door, count up the four
We ran outta sandwich bags, go get some more
You ain’t put in the work and you homeless
I stash the work in the Honda
Remixin’ to keep it one hunnid
Came in the house and it’s all you heard
Splash, splash, all you heard
Whippin’ cocaine is all you heard
Splash, splash, all you heard
Count up this cash and all you heard it

[Hook]
Scrape it out the pot when I cook it
Scrape it out the pot when I cook it
Scrape it out the pot when I cook it
Scrape it out the pot when I cook it
Make me have to cook it off the counter
Make me have to serve you with the hammer
Make me have to put it in the freezer
Make me have to put it in a Pamper
Bakin’ is all you heard, whippin’ cocaine up is all you heard
Bakin’ is all you heard, whippin’ cocaine up is all you heard
Bakin’ is all you heard, whippin’ cocaine up is all you heard
Splash, splash was all you heard
Came in the house and it’s all you heard

Future – I’m So Groovy (Future Album)

[Intro]
I am Pluto
Never forget, never forget
Okay

[Chrous]
I’m so groovy
I got power
I’m so groovy
I got power
That’s your bitch?
I just bought her
Oh that’s your bitch
I just bought her

[Post-Chorus]
Percs and molly
Plain Jane
I just fucked her face
I don’t know her name

[Verse 1]
Tom Brady, Tony Snow
I just backdoored your ho
Goin’ brazy at the jeweler
I just suicide my doors
Candy yams in the ‘partment
Living like Nino
I just come here, let me breathe
VVS’s on my sleeves
Pure molly, codeine
Blind your eye with my ring
You ain’t ever gon’ to see me
I get Stella McCartney
High fashion
John Madden
Bisex
No relation
Bought the jet
60K
Austin Power
M.I.A
Steven Seagal
Hard to kill
Stuff cigars
Hide your broad
She photoshopped
I’m photogenic
I just bent the Bentley
Did a U-turn
Duck the cops
Serving rocks
Made it to the top, uh huh
Fucking going platinum

[Chrous]
I’m so groovy
I got power
I’m so groovy
I got power
That’s your bitch?
I just bought her
Oh that’s your bitch
I just bought her

[Post-Chorus]
Percs and molly
Plain Jane
I just fucked her face
I don’t know her name

[Verse 2]
I’m the last don, I’m the last con
Done turned it up to an icon
Pimpin’ hoes nigga ugh
Thoughts exposed niggas huh
Paper tags on the yacht
I just smashed in the clouds
Thousand bags in the clouds
Louis rag, wipe me down
Cash king on a clown
So prestigious, so profound
Cash cloud, let me live
50 cars at the crib
Private dinners on the leer
VTS’s when I steer
Instant glam on my ear
Outer space when I appear
Promethazine in my seal
A yellow bone in the rear
Dopple god, I’m in here
Fuck your squad, they some queers
My conversation bringing mills to ya
I get my brother bring the bail to ya
Killas on the right and the left to ya
Gang gang, whatever’s left of ya

[Chrous]
I’m so groovy
I got power
I’m so groovy
I got power
That’s your bitch?
I just bought her
Oh that’s your bitch
I just bought her

[Post Chorus]
Percs and molly
Plain Jane
I just fucked her face
I don’t know her name
I don’t know her name
(I don’t know her name)

[Verse 3]
Sitting in the vert
Got a lotta dirt
Courtroom flow
Now I’m sitting courtside with your ho
Addy’s work miracles
Benji’s subliminals
Uptown Lenox
All about the Benji’s
Pour a little Henny
Totin’ the semi
Making love with my diamonds on
Diamonds on honeycomb
Hit ’em with the stick
I just copped the deuce
Syrup like Denny’s
Bitch brown like a penny
Total it up in one minute
Out of the country all hidden
Playing in with the trenches in a suit
Armani got me with the juice
Made a bad bitch my masseuse
Take a little stress off the crew

[Chrous]
I’m so groovy
I got power
I’m so groovy
I got power
That’s your bitch?
I just bought her
Oh that’s your bitch
I just bought her

[Post Chorus]
Percs and molly
Plain Jane
I just fucked her face
I don’t know her name
I don’t know her name
(I don’t know her name)

Future – Might As Well (Future Album)

[Hook]
So I ain’t have to scheme
Rawest diamonds on my team (bet)
Raw diamonds on lean (hey)
I took off just like a rocket (I’m gone)
Olajuwon, Hakeem
Either way it goes
We buyin’ out the stores (for real)
We ain’t never runnin’ out of lean, (never)
Might as well go on ‘n pour it (pour)
Racks bustin’ out of niggas’ jeans (fuck)
Might as well go and blow it (fact)
Smoke the loud like nicotine (smoke)
Talk drugs and I record it
Conversate and I absorb it (I got it)
Theodore, no informant
Percocets got me goin’
OG, coughing up a lung

[Verse 1]
They got our streets, tried to tell ya (bitch)
It’s already been done (I got it)
Ammunition overflowin’ (I got it)
Tears fillin’ up a pond (woo)
AC blowin’ like it’s snowin’ (let’s get it)
I know I’m bliss, I speak in tongues (you bet it)
My words touch a nigga soul
They get you through it, overcome
I ride the boats in the ocean
I whipped the car, it was stolen
I got the stars on the ceiling
I got my charge acquitted
I was the one got evicted, yeah
Living with the pink slip
Now I’m ridin’ with the pink slip
I done swam with the sharks
Nigga came from the deep end
You will never know what I was in
Times are getting rough, we still get in
I was selling crack when Snoop dropped “Juice and Gin” (yah yah)
Run a one room shack with a million in the den (fact)

[Hook]
Rawest diamonds on my team (bet)
Raw diamonds on lean (hey)
I took off just like a rocket (I’m gone)
Olajuwon, Hakeem
Either way it goes
We buyin’ out the stores (for real)
We ain’t never runnin’ out of lean, (never)
Might as well go on ‘n pour it (pour)
Racks bustin’ out of niggas’ jeans (fuck)
Might as well go and blow it (fact)
Smoke the loud like nicotine (smoke)
Talk drugs and I record it
Conversate and I absorb it (I got it)
Theodore, no informant
Percocets got me goin’
OG, coughing up a lung

[Verse 2]
Workaholic
A few supermodels color
Ain’t gonna expose ya
Can’t say I ain’t think about it (fact)
(Can’t say I ain’t think about it)
Pink diamonds, no blinking
Niggas got no dripping
Started off on a mission
I got real niggas still crippin’
Child support gettin’ heavy
It’s hard not to get offended
Oh, you maxin’ out your credit card?
Like it wasn’t hard for me
I just bought a new Bugatti for you

[Hook]
So I ain’t have to scheme
Rawest diamonds on my team (bet)
Raw diamonds on lean (hey)
I took off just like a rocket (I’m gone)
Olajuwon, Hakeem
Either way it goes
We buyin’ out the stores (for real)
We ain’t never runnin’ out of lean, (never)
Might as well go on ‘n pour it (pour)
Racks bustin’ out of niggas’ jeans (fuck)
Might as well go and blow it (fact)
Smoke the loud like nicotine (smoke)
Talk drugs and I record it
Conversate and I absorb it (I got it)
Theodore, no informant
Percocets got me goin’
OG, coughing up a lung

[Bridge]
Lived in it all
Gotta take a trip and go ball (I gotta take a trip)
Packin’ no luggage, when I get down, buy the mall
Get down, buy the mall
Ain’t packin’ no luggage, when I get down, buy the mall

[Hook]
So I ain’t have to scheme
Rawest diamonds on my team (bet)
Raw diamonds on lean (hey)
I took off just like a rocket (I’m gone)
Olajuwon, Hakeem
Either way it goes
We buyin’ out the stores (for real)
We ain’t never runnin’ out of lean, (never)
Might as well go on ‘n pour it (pour)

Future – Poppin’ Tags (Future Album)

[Intro]
Goyard on, pick out what you want
Hermès on, pick out what you want
New Chanel, oh, pick out what you want
(DJ Esco)
Poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags
Poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags

[Verse 1]
What the fuck is you talkin’ bout, I can get ya ass hit
Hop out a Cor…vette nigga, then gon’ smash ya bitch
I got an American muscle, I’m gonna hit me a lick
Sippin’ on ‘Tussin, fuckin’ and hustlin’
I bet I’m gon’ floss, hate it or love it
A full grown boss, hate it or love it
Dope boys shoppin’ at Walters, I bought the whole store
Fuck boy doin’ that talkin’, that’s my old hoe
Stars inside the ceiling, I’m on go go
You don’t want no war, nigga, oh no, oh no
Codeine floodin’ Atlanta, bitch ass niggas with hammers
Bitch ass niggas in Pampers, fuck around murk his mamma
My young niggas so playa?, fuck around kill you in sandals
I was on some cool shit now they want the ana

[Pre-Hook]
King Jaffe Jo
My body wrapped in gold
Money stackin’ tall, now I think I’m seein’ ghosts

[Hook]
I been poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags
Poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags
Poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags
Poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags

[Verse 2]
I came here to purchase, I ain’t worried ’bout a ticket
Bitch you want that G-Wagon, go muthafuckin’ get it
I had on my ski mask in the muthafuckin’ trenches
Homie Blood talkin’, is you muthafuckin’ Crippin’ ?
I get the plug talkin’ ’bout these muthafuckin’ chickens
Put up some lean before they can lean
I’m runnin’ right through a machine
I’m ’bout to lose the roof, they tryna steal the juice
Cuban hangin’ on my neck, whip on cruise
I just copped the coupe 63’s with the Forgi’s
Bought a couple ‘Raris and I bought a couple Porsches
Zone Six fuck shit, finessin’ and extortin’
Twenty diamond chains and got several different choices

[Pre-Hook]
King Joffy Jo
My body wrapped in gold
Money stackin’ tall, now I think I’m seein’ God

[Hook]
I been poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags
Poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags
Poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags
Poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags

[Bridge]
Goyard, oh, pick out what you want
Hermès on, pick out what you want
New Chanel, oh, pick out what you want

[Verse 3]
Catch me goin’ goon
Smashin’ on a womb
Fuck your baby daddy
Smash you on the Xanny
Iced out Kodaks
Got you in your feelin’s
Just to get the feelin’
Spend a couple million
Like I’m Godzilla in the Roley store, vroom
We just got the pack in from Mexico, vroom
Soon as it touch down I’m goin’ ape
Put it on the hood like you claim Grape
Pull up in the hood in a new Wraith

[Pre-Hook]
King Joffy Jo
My body wrapped in gold
Money stackin’ tall, now I think I’m seein’ God

[Hook]
I been poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags
Poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags
Poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags
Poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags

[Outro]
Pick out what you want
Pick out what you want
Pick out what you want
Pick out what you want
Pick out what you want

Future – Massage In My Room (Future Album)

[Hook]
I hate if you love her, I’m gon’ fuck her
Five plain watches in my duffle
I got twenty freaks in my room
I got twenty freaks in my room
While I’m gettin’ a massage in my room
I just went skiing with a bad bitch
I spent twenty thousand on a jacket
I bought all the hitters some more ratchets

[Verse 1]
I just took a meeting out in Aspen
You get out of line, it’s gon’ be drastic
Pay my dawg a Perc, it made him happy
Put you in a hearse like an assassin
Runnin’ through the game with some lettuce
I just want the green like Aladdin
She kept it low-key, I was straddlin’
I gave her more wood than a cabin

[Hook]
I hate if you love her, I’m gon’ fuck her
Five plain watches in my duffle
I got twenty freaks in my room
I got twenty freaks in my room
While I’m gettin’ a massage in my room
I just went skiing with a bad bitch
I spent twenty thousand on a jacket
I bought all the hitters some more ratchets

[Verse 2]
Twenty freaks at the embassy
I just pissed on a hundred Gs
Ace of Spades when the lights off
Wrist movin’ like CB
Bought the Lamb’ for the energy
Got you main at topped off
Check callin’, roger that
Drake callin’, roger that
Lean callin’, roger that
Check callin’, roger that, check
Check the work, 10-4
Codeine, indo
Wrist cost a Bentley truck
Wrist cost a Bentley truck
Had drugs on me, lot of red
Then I hit the globe, a lot of red
Copped a speedboat and docked it
Left-overs in my pocket
I’ma take her like a rocket
I’ma hold this money hostage

[Hook]
I hate if you love her, I’m gon’ fuck her
Five plain watches in my duffle
I got twenty freaks in my room
I got twenty freaks in my room
While I’m gettin’ a massage in my room
I just went skiing with a bad bitch
I spent twenty thousand on a jacket
I bought all the hitters some more ratchets

[Outro]
While I’m gettin’ a massage in my room
While I’m gettin’ a massage in my room
I just went skiing with a bad bitch
I bought all the hitters some more ratchets

Future – Flip (Future Album)

[Intro]
If you gang, gang, gang, that’s what’s up with me
Freebandz
Fire Marshall

[Chorus]
Love a tool only ’til I swap it out
We got papers, flip my stones, it ain’t no clouds
Snatch a brand new Range Rover with the captain seats
And I keep a MAC on me like I’m Master P
Captain seats in my Maybach, in my Range Rover
Then I flip, flip, flip, flip, game over (game over)
Captain seats in the Maybach, in the Range Rover
Then I flip, flip, flip, flip, game over (game over)

[Verse 1]
2017 with the captains (flip)
The price too high, you must be cappin’ (flip)
All these Franklins got me trappin’ (flip, flip)
Sippin’ on Screw, I’m very active (flip, flip)
A half a milli, got matted
Your main bitch got batted
Got a clear view, no static
That’s a VVS on my fabrics
Chanel drapes one of one
I pay the rates to the Lord
Blitz, nigga, I’m a boss
Had the mail with me, I’m a star

[Chorus]
Love a tool only ’til I swap it out
We got papers, flip my stones, it ain’t no clouds
Snatch a brand new Range Rover with the captain seats
And I keep a MAC on me like I’m Master P
Captain seats in my Maybach, in my Range Rover
Then I flip, flip, flip, flip, game over (game over)
Captain seats in the Maybach, in the Range Rover
Then I flip, flip, flip, flip, game over (game over)

[Verse 2]
I’m gone past the moon, what you tellin’ me?
That nigga’s a goon, what you tellin’ me?
The bitch in the room, what you tellin’ me?
I’m hotter than the sun, what you tellin’ me?
These niggas my sons, what you tellin’ me?
They eat up my crumbs, what you tellin’ me?
Your brother a bum, what you tellin’ me?
Straight out the slums, what you tellin’ me?
I came out the mud, I’m stashin’ the drugs
Gotta bring out the tub of Ace
I was never in love with the Wraith
Got a new Panorama on the way
Went to Pluto, beyond with my cape
Can’t run when the drum in your face
I’m the mothafuckin’ don, why you hatin’?

[Chorus]
Love a tool only ’til I swap it out
We got papers, flip my stones, it ain’t no clouds
Snatch a brand new Range Rover with the captain seats
And I keep a MAC on me like I’m Master P
Captain seats in my Maybach, in my Range Rover
Then I flip, flip, flip, flip, game over (game over)
Captain seats in the Maybach, in the Range Rover
Then I flip, flip, flip, flip, game over (game over)
Flip, flip, flip, flip
Flip, flip, flip, flip
Flip, flip, flip, flip
Flip, flip, flip, flip

[Outro]
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Host: Yes they’re guaranteed to pop. And look we’re also gonna throw in, listen, this is special. We got the two millimeter geo globe tracking device system so you can…
Woman: So I’ma know how to pull up on him to tell him this his baby too
Host: Yes, yes, yes, baby! That is free game from Cap City Records, baby, we appreciate you callin’, we gon’ put you on hold
Woman: Hold on, hold on you did not tell them to follow me on Instagram, I’m tryna get my followers up
Host: Uh huh okay tell ’em where to follow you at
Woman: Y’all, please, ballers only, dudes who got the bag, who got the check, I need all y’all to follow me on T Hot Pocket underscore—y’all got that?
Host: Yeah okay we got it
Woman: I said it real slow so make sure y’all got that
Host: We got that, baby, we got that, baby
Woman: Follow me! What’s up!?
Host: Okay Cap City Records
Woman: Ballers only, no broke niggas
Host: Okay but Cap City, we gon’ to break, go to break!