Pusha T – M.P.A. lyrics

(feat. Kanye West, A$AP Rocky & The-Dream)

[Intro: The-Dream]
I see the strangest things
The evil that money brings
I swear it’s like a disease
That goes round and round and round like sirens
And they wanna bury me
Why? Cause I’m anti everything
I swear it’s like a disease
That goes round and round and round like sirens

[Hook: Kanye West & A$AP Rocky]
Money, pussy, alcohol
You niggas pussy after all
Money, pussy, alcohol
You niggas pussy not at all
Get in them drawers
I had a dream I had it all
I woke up and really had it all

[Verse 1: Pusha T]
The three leading killers of you niggas
Is the shit that’s most appealing to you niggas
Even I fell victim to it, your pride don’t let you do it
The lies will get you through it
Money, pussy, alcohol, what a wonderful cocktail
Fronted my first brick over oxtails and ran with it
Dope is like a two-way street
The addiction, both you and me, now take a seat
Every car got a fleet, every broad get a jeep
Every sparkle in the club that wasn’t ours, we compete
Poor minds, poor decision makers
No reward, then what’s the risk you taking?
New bitch I been fucking might start a rap war
Won’t unveil it yet, can’t tell it yet
Defense wins games Bill Belichick
These hoes having Google numbers, niggas better check
Yuugh

[Hook]
Money, pussy, alcohol
You niggas pussy after all
Money, pussy, alcohol
You niggas pussy not at all
Get in them drawers
I had a dream I had it all
I woke up and really had it all

[Verse 2: Pusha T]
Shout out my bitches fucking baseball niggas
That dress like Bamas with guaranteed contracts
Yeah, I see your vision, sick of prison visits
Now the Major League’s where you’re fishing
You young and hot, so why not?
The dealers is washed, the money is dry, so take your best shot
We can’t judge you ‘cause we ain’t hug you
We sent you off to other hoods and let them niggas fuck you
For real, we made you watch from afar
Even talked down on you, tryna dim your star
Until we seen them foreign cars pull up
And watch them pick you up
And then we realized we missed a diamond in the rough
So, make us proud, make it count
Until you learn to love ‘em, make ‘em spare no amount
Make ‘em dig deeper to keep ya, knowing you deserve it
Take advantage of it when you’re worth it
Real bitches worth it

[Hook]
Money, pussy, alcohol
You niggas pussy after all
Money, pussy, alcohol
You niggas pussy not at all
Get in them drawers
I had a dream I had it all
I woke up and really had it all

[Verse 3: Pusha T]
I’ve been watching all you real niggas
I done seen more won’t than you will niggas
Take a swing, snatch a chain
Lose your mind, go insane
I’m in the club, you in the club too
I got money, you got money too
You think it’s honey dew
Whispering in my ear like a hunny do
Eyeballing every bottle that we running through
Trying to stand near, nigga damn near
Pushing bitches out the way to Instagram here
It’s no pictures, now you in your feelings
I’m a real dope boy, no stranger dealings
Bruised ego, Henny-induced Debos
Nickel bag niggas, all of a sudden Ninos
I cancel all of you G-Moneys for G money
I get it done for quarter ki money, for real

[Hook]
Money, pussy, alcohol
You niggas pussy after all
Money, pussy, alcohol
You niggas pussy not at all
Get in them drawers
I had a dream I had it all
I woke up and really had it all

[produced by: Kanye West & J. Cole]

Major Lazer & DJ Maphorisa – Particula (feat. Nasty C, Ice Prince, Patoranking & Jidenna)

They told me everybody’s 15 minutes in a different timezone
And since I have it at the moment
You the one I wanna shine my light on
Get your life, get your life, little mama
Won’t you get your life on?
Ain’t nothing cooler than the wrong moves
When you do ’em to the right song, the right song
Let’s shoot this movie and put the shit on repeat
I hope this Mary’s not making you fall asleep
Before we hit the road, put our phones on silent
Nobody’s tryna bring sand to the beach
What would it take to change your plans for the weekend?
‘Cause I am tryna kick it like EA
The whole thing, the pre-party, the pre-sex
Now we hit the Major League where the G’s at
I like you, girl, in particula
You in particula
Said I like your waist in particula, ah ha, eh
I like you, girl, in particula, yeah
You in particula
Said I like your waist in particula, ah ha, eh
Come, come, give me the love, girl
Give me the love, girl, give me the love, girl
Come, come, come, give me the love, girl
Bring di dance and gimme some culture
Come, come, give me the love, girl
I wanna give you what I’m feeling here, yeah
Give me love one of these days, yeah
I know the first time I saw you there, yeah
Give me love one of these days
Carry, carry carry go
Na u sabi, mami, you already know
Carry, where we carry carry go
Me, I can’t lie, oh
I like you, gal, in particular
Can I see your particulars?
I been screening you like una pelicula
So b-b-baby, let’s stir it up, yeah
I, I’ve come to see you what’s in your eyes
(Give me that love, girl)
Bia Bia Bia Baby
I like you, girl, in particula
You in particula
Said I like your waist in particula, ah ha, eh
I like you, girl, in particula, yeah
You in particula
Said I like your waist in particula, ah ha, eh
Come, come, give me the love, girl
Give me the love, girl, give me the love, girl
Come, come, come, give me the love, girl
Bring di dance and gimme some culture
Come, come, give me the love, girl
Give me the love, girl, give me the love, girl
Come, come, come, give me the love, girl
Bring di dance gyal, give me some culture
Come, come, give me the love, girl
Give me the love, girl, give me the love, girl
Come, come, come, give me the love, girl
Bring di dance gyal, give me some culture
Come, come, give me the love, girl
I like you, girl, in particula
You in particula
Said I like your waist in particula, ah ha, eh
I like you, girl, in particula, yeah
You in particula
Said I like your waist in particula, ah ha, eh

Major Lazer – Particula lyrics

They told me everybody’s 15 minutes in a different timezone
And since I have it at the moment
You the one I wanna shine my light on
Get your life, get your life, little mama
Won’t you get your life on?
Ain’t nothing cooler than the wrong moves
When you do ’em to the right song, the right song
Let’s shoot this movie and put the shit on repeat
I hope this Mary’s not making you fall asleep
Before we hit the road, put our phones on silent
Nobody’s tryna bring sand to the beach
What would it take to change your plans for the weekend?
‘Cause I am tryna kick it like EA
The whole thing, the pre-party, the pre-sex
Now we hit the Major League where the G’s at

[Chorus: Ice Prince]
I like you, girl, in particula
You in particula
Said I like your waist in particula, ah ha, eh
I like you, girl, in particula, yeah
You in particula
Said I like your waist in particula, ah ha, eh

[Post-Chorus: Patoranking]
Come, come, give me the love, girl
Give me the love, girl, give me the love, girl
Come, come, come, give me the love, girl
Bring di dance and gimme some culture
Come, come, give me the love, girl

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[Verse 2: Jidenna]
I wanna give you what I’m feeling here, yeah
Give me love one of these days
I know the first time I saw you there, yeah
Give me love one of these days
Carry, carry cary go
Na u sabi, mami, you already know
Carry, carry cary go
Me, I can’t lie, oh
I like you, gal, in particular
Can I see your particulars?
I been screening you like una pelicula
So b-b-baby, let’s stir it up, yeah
I, I’ve come to see you what’s in your eyes
(Give me that love, girl)
Bia Bia Bia Baby

[Chorus: Ice Prince]
I like you, girl, in particula
You in particula
Said I like your waist in particula, ah ha, eh
I like you, girl, in particula, yeah
You in particula
Said I like your waist in particula, ah ha, eh

[Post-Chorus: Ice Prince]
Come, come, give me the love, girl
Give me the love, girl, give me the love, girl
Come, come, come, give me the love, girl
Bring di dance and gimme some culture
Come, come, give me the love, girl

[Bridge: Ice Prince]
Give me the love, girl, give me the love, girl
Come, come, come, give me the love, girl
Bring di dance gyal, give me some culture
Come, come, give me the love, girl
Give me the love, girl, give me the love, girl
Come, come, come, give me the love, girl
Bring di dance gyal, give me some culture
Come, come, give me the love, girl

[Chorus: Ice Prince]
I like you, girl, in particula
You in particula
Said I like your waist in particula, ah ha, eh
I like you, girl, in particula, yeah
You in particula
Said I like your waist in particula, ah ha, eh

Future – Draco

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

[Chorus]
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 1]
Lamborghini doors when I left off
They done fucked around, got a nigga pissed off
Nice little thot got a stiff arm
Did the Heisman on the hoe got the stiff arm
Fuck up that body like Tyson or Holyfield
Woah whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
A couple of pills and I got my soda filled
Woah whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Break out a sweat, I go head over heels for these mils
Woah whoa whoa whoa whoa
She thinks she the one but to me she ain’t nothing but a thrill
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
I’ve been drippin’ like a God, what else?
I been dodgin’ all the flies, what else?
I been fillin’ up garages, what else?
I gave her a French ménage, 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

[Chorus]
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
Want me to jump out the 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 pull some chain on the snitches
I’m focused, I’m back on my mission
Flex on a nigga, no apologies
Molly Off-White done got to me
Playing hockey with the ice in the Major League
35 bitches at the St. Reg
Fall back shooter like KD
Back in the kitchen with the Curry
Pullin’ up wit Xan, can’t hurt me
Pineapple drink lookin’ syrupy
56 nights, I was dirty
Styrofoam cups servin’ patients
Heard you been talkin’ bout the kid
Knowin’ damn well that’s a flagrant (technical)
I cancel two bitches
I got me some new bitches
Come check out how I’m living
I got me some new drippy
I got me some new drip!
She ain’t got nothing to do with it
I’ll give my bitch to you
If that what she mean to you

[Chorus]
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’m cruisin’ in the deep
I’m twisted up, I got geeked
Misbehaving with ya freak
Can’t tell she got teeth
I was in her mouth like veneers
Stop comparing my career
Designer flooded through the crib
Business furniture for real
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 me, let me jig
Never falling off and never quit
I retired cookin’ up a brick
Certified nigga out the six
Who was wrapping dummies 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 – Draco (On Jimmy Fallon) (Live)

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

[Chorus]
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 1]
Lamborghini doors when I left off
They done fucked around, got a nigga pissed off
Nice little thot got a stiff arm
Did the Heisman on the hoe got the stiff arm
Fuck up that body like Tyson or Holyfield
Woah whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
A couple of pills and I got my soda filled
Woah whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Break out a sweat, I go head over heels for these mils
Woah whoa whoa whoa whoa
She thinks she the one but to me she ain’t nothing but a thrill
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
I’ve been drippin’ like a God, what else?
I been dodgin’ all the flies, what else?
I been fillin’ up garages, what else?
I gave her a French ménage, 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

[Chorus]
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
Want me to jump out the 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 pull some chain on the snitches
I’m focused, I’m back on my mission
Flex on a nigga, no apologies
Molly Off-White done got to me
Playing hockey with the ice in the Major League
35 bitches at the St. Reg
Fall back shooter like KD
Back in the kitchen with the Curry
Pullin’ up wit Xan, can’t hurt me
Pineapple drink lookin’ syrupy
56 nights, I was dirty
Styrofoam cups servin’ patients
Heard you been talkin’ bout the kid
Knowin’ damn well that’s a flagrant (technical)
I cancel two bitches
I got me some new bitches
Come check out how I’m living
I got me some new drippy
I got me some new drip!
She ain’t got nothing to do with it
I’ll give my bitch to you
If that what she mean to you

[Chorus]
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’m cruisin’ in the deep
I’m twisted up, I got geeked
Misbehaving with ya freak
Can’t tell she got teeth
I was in her mouth like veneers
Stop comparing my career
Designer flooded through the crib
Business furniture for real
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 me, let me jig
Never falling off and never quit
I retired cookin’ up a brick
Certified nigga out the six
Who was wrapping dummies 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