Kamaiyah – Mo Money Mo Problems

[Hook]
Mo money, mo problems
I’m sipping Moet out the bottle
I’m headed to the top from the bottom
But all for my city, I got her
Big dream, whoa
Big wishes, whoa
Big goals, whoa
Check spender, whoa
Young roll, roll
Let’s get her, get her
This is for the champagne sippers, what what

[Verse 1]
Guess jeans, Guess shirt like its 95’
Fresh scene, fresh work lace my Nike’s tight
I just came for the fun, I don’t like to fight
Drink my champagne straight up, I don’t like the ice
When a set see us, fresh linked up
Pull up to the scene in a stretch Beamer
They always used to tell us we was next, we up
Ill YaYa posed a threat, no they can’t see her
Now all I do is cash out by the way
The homies in the club, in the act sharing that dank
I don’t say too much cause I’m passing the drink
My hands raise them up cause I’m dancing the drink
Don’t play with it
Don’t play with it
If you’re gonna do your dance, gotta sway with it
We forever 21, what’s the age to weave?
Forever getting drunk, champagne we drink

[Hook]
Mo money, mo problems
I’m sipping Moet out the bottle
I’m headed to the top from the bottom
But all for my city, I got her
Big dream, whoa
Big wishes, whoa
Big goals, whoa
Check spender, whoa
Young roll, roll
Let’s get her, get her
This is for the champagne sippers, what what

[Verse 2]
Hot tubs, champagne cause they go together
Big fur, big chains in the coldest weather
Air Nikes, Fresh J’s we don’t own Margiela’s
Was going to be rich, won’t be broke forever, uh
I ask, no I’m sure
I’m the illest little chick that you’ve seen this far
Brothers make a wish when they see this star
Big money be the cliff, down there we get off
By your own bottle, don’t pass the drink
Hood rich, we don’t need a glass to drink
No we don’t fight, we just dance and mings[?]
By the end of the night need a nasty freak
It’s the old school G, in some 90’s clothes
Got an old school lean, cause I’m slightly on
Watching people go deep in my 90’s phone
Been doing my own thing since like 94’

[Hook]
Mo money, mo problems
I’m sipping Moet out the bottle
I’m headed to the top from the bottom
But all for my city, I got her
Big dream, whoa
Big wishes, whoa
Big goals, whoa
Check spender, whoa
Young roll, roll
Let’s get her, get her
This is for the champagne sippers, what what

[Verse 3]
If you love your whole team and you do your own thing
Say whoa, whoa whoa
If you’ve got your own dream
Chasing, winter, fall, spring
Say whoa, whoa whoa
If you’re down with champagne and the money ain’t a thing
Say whoa, whoa whoa
Iced out, bling bling
Big watch, big rings
Say whoa, whoa whoa

[Hook]
Mo money, mo problems
I’m sipping Moet out the bottle
I’m headed to the top from the bottom
But all for my city, I got her
Big dream, whoa
Big wishes, whoa
Big goals, whoa
Check spender, whoa
Young roll, roll
Let’s get her, get her
This is for the champagne sippers, what what

Fat Trel – WWYD?

[Intro: Fat Trel]
Squad
Famous, what you know
Just kidding
Think I’m crazy
Going crazy
Think I’m crazy
Going crazy
Think I’m crazy
Going crazy
Think I’m crazy
Going crazy

[Verse 1: Fat Trel]
Look, okay, I’m thinking about
Copping them choppas
And taking it to Tea and them house
And leaving em out
And shoot em for hours
Then hop in the shower
Fuck me a bitch
I’m ugly and rich
If you let me I’ll probably just fuck and forget
As real as it gets
I’ll take me a trip
I’ll play with a brick
I’m crazy as shit
I don’t give a fuck
You lazy as shit
I see why you broke
You sleeping the most
I’m up and I leave
I go with the breeze
I cock and squeeze
I do it with ease
I make her believe
My paper is green
The fuck do you mean?
I stay with them hundreds
Addicted to money
Your bitch trying to fuck
But me, I just laugh
Cause that shit funny
Cause me, I don’t want it
She see why I’m stuntin’
I started with nothing
My bread, it was crumbin’
I was robbing the public
It really was nothing
But back to the subject
I’m a younging with money
So I pop me a molly
I smoke dro by the onion
I knew it was comin’
I knew it was you who be doing the stuntin’
You never was pumpin’
Why the fuck is you bluffin’
You never was pumpin’
Why the fuck is you bluffin’
But you never was pumpin’

[Hook: Fat Trel]
Got some old thots that I can’t forget about (forget about)
Real niggas, can’t forget about em (forget about em)
I say she know me, show me love, I wouldn’t doubt it (doubt it)
If she let me fuck, I’ma get the money out her (money out her)
Now what I’m counting? (hundred thousands)
Where we at? (Trump Tower)
What she doing? (she sucking dick)
What we doing? (we hitting licks)
Now what I’m counting? (hundred thousands)
Where we at? (Trump Tower)
What she doing? (she sucking dick)
What we doing? (we hitting licks)

[Verse 2: Tracy T]
Niggas with bullets while riding in hoodies and [?]
Getting that dope money
Street money, I get, I get it
And flip it, and send it
It’s bringing me more money
Smoking them Dutches and filling my lungs up with Cali
I’m plotting on getting the mail
Look at my ears, there’s ice on my ears
Look at your ears, it’s not like your ears
Bad bitch, I am [?] gold digger (gold digger)
Making money too, might as well roll with em
Cause that’s how it goes, Maybach murder game
You get murdered for change
So stay off the road, or just stay in your lane
I’m feeling the [?]
I’m bagging up gold, just got a truckload
They got me a ho, my Roly is gold
I pull up in a Rolls, pull off in a Ferrari
You hating? I’m sorry
Now it’s back to the thousands
The money is piling, I came from the violence
So niggas is wilding, and now cause I need it
Naw, nigga you keep it
I"ll go get it myself
My gun in my belt, I’m drinking top shelf
Cooking dope like a chef, got stripes like a ref
So bitch nigga step, I’m shooting [?]
Got dope on my left, hit you right with them sales
It’s all for the cause

[Outro: Fat Trel]
I think I’m crazy, cause sometimes I think about
Going crazy, run up in a nigga house
I see police sometimes I think we going down
So many haters (that’s) why my clip a hundred rounds

[Hook]
Got some old thots that I can’t forget about (forget about)
Real niggas, can’t forget about em (forget about em)
I say she know me, show me love, I wouldn’t doubt it (doubt it)
If she let me fuck, I’ma get the money out her (money out her)
Now what I’m counting? (hundred thousands)
Where we at? (Trump Tower)
What she doing? (she sucking dick)
What we doing? (we hitting licks)
Now what I’m counting? (hundred thousands)
Where we at? (Trump Tower)
What she doing? (she sucking dick)
What we doing? (we hitting licks)

Flume – Trust (feat. Isabella Manfredi)

And I owe you
And I better make it and not go back
And I owe you
And I better make it and not go back

And I’d kill to
Kick my beat back into you
Hear me out, babe, I wanna talk about it
Kick my beat back into you

And I’d kill to
See my lips out next to you
Hear me out, talk, I wanna talk about it
Kick my beat back into you
And I’d kill to
Kick my beat back into you
Hear me out, talk, I wanna talk about it
Kick my beat back into you

I wanted to
But I’m going slow
I wanted to
But I’m going slow

(Here’s something I should have said a long time ago)

GoldLink – Fall In Love (feat. Ciscero)

[Hook: Goldlink]
Fall in love, oh, oh, fall in love
Wish I never did this, I don’t wanna love, love
Fall in love, oh, oh, fall in love
Wish I never did this, I don’t wanna love, love

[Verse 1: Goldlink]
Baby girl don’t throw things about me
I’m just bad girl, I’m bad for everybody
Baby girl don’t tell your friends
That nigga with a neck tat
Respect that
Old bitch, she ain’t like that
She left that
Dropped one tape, two tape
Brand new can’t even get a ho
(?) nigga hoes with a man that’s like that
Smooth nigga do no-no rappin’
New girl star, she an actress
She’s so used to the light, so plastic
By the lake, LA like Magic
Spit rappin’
No (?) just glasses
Ain’t happen (?)
Then I tell them baby
[Hook: Goldlink]
Fall in love, oh, oh, fall in love
Wish I never did this, I don’t wanna love, love
Fall in love, oh, oh, fall in love
Wish I never did this, I don’t wanna love, love

[Verse 2: Ciscero]
Yeah girl you know I’m too legit here
And I’m amazed that I be coolin’ with hooligan
Girl I told you I ain’t one you foolin’ with
Not communicatin’ but I get that from my mama
It’s a jungle (?) while you fuck with anacondas
I’m a Zulu Nation rapper, get the hammer like (?)
Keep it movin’ for my partners, ain’t no hoovin’ in mi casa
Ain’t no hoopin’, she just dancing at the juices but not Fanta
Got the juice and then I lost it
I put two in my deposit last week
But I made that (?), ay
Do not fall in love with that nigga wrap sheet, ay
You know I’m just out here tryna pass me, ay
Young Ciscero keep that bitch nasty, ay
I don’t know bout that but I do love
This right here, this that group love
Hey, so what happened to love
This is (?)

[Hook: Goldlink]
Fall in love, oh, oh, fall in love
Wish I never did this, I don’t wanna love, love
Fall in love, oh, oh, fall in love
Wish I never did this, I don’t wanna love, love

G Herbo – Pull Up

[Intro]
Baby, don’t stop
Baby, don’t stop
You couldn’t make me this
I wanna get freaky, freaky
And let me lick you up and down
(Let me take you up and down, haha)
Up and down
(Up and)
Up and down
(G-Herbo, ha)
Let me making you soaking wet baby

[Verse 1]
Let me show you how the gangsters do it
I know you tryna get it off
Turn the Bryson Tiller off, let me fuck you to this gangster music
Party bag and I can’t refuse it
Pussy so good, so tight, know I gotta abuse it
One stroke, two strokes, same beat as the music
Aye and that shit so wet I took the rubber off, can’t even use it
I love when you start screamin’ out when I go deep into it
Know I’m goin’ hard, I can’t stop killin’, in love with you moanin’
We go again, over and over, know she my opponent
Win, lose, or draw
She leave me breathin’ hard, I leave her soakin’
I kiss your lips, we lick and suck, and let me bend it over
She throw it back, I’m in her stomach, know she feelin’ it
So deep, she tryna run but can’t because I’m still in it
She feelin’ it, she lovin’ it, she feelin’ it
We wasn’t deep at first but now we got our feelin’s in
When I’m on the road she missin’ me, yeah cause she not on that
When I’m layin’, I’m on my way, can’t wait to put my mouth on it
[Interlude]
(Up and down)
Aye
(Up and down)
Let me lick you (up and down)
You already know what is man when you callin’ me baby
Just pull up, two, three cribs, you come whenever look

[Verse 2]
Baby let me get it fresh up out the shower
Tongue kiss your lips, caress you, stroke you for an hour
She leakin’, soakin’, bite her lips soon as I’m slidin’ in
Can’t get no deeper, she start scratchin’, and she grabbin’ me
I can take the pain, she say my name when I start grinding it
Fucked around and fell in love, I met her from around the land
First started off as my little bitch, wasn’t even fuckin’ then
Let me inside, I’ll beat it up, and I’ve been busting since
Can’t take it when I’m lickin’ it, when I start suckin’ it
She comin’ in spread her legs, keep lickin’, make her cum again
She know I keep it super real, realer than most of ’em
She know it’s fuck them other bitches, can’t get over her
Aye, like a roller coast with her
Haa, she ride, I’m holdin’ her
And after that I told her

[Outro]
(Let me lick you soakin’ wet baby)
Let me lick you soakin’ wet baby, haha
(Baby, don’t stop)
Don’t stop
(Baby, don’t stop)
Get on top
(Baby, don’t stop)
I told her
(Baby, don’t stop)
Haah
(Baby, don’t stop)

You already know what it is, you know? When I’m with you it feel like, when I’m with you it feel like — It ain’t nothin’ else goin’ on, everything revolvin’ around us, you know we kickin’ it. Besides us fuckin’ baby, we just be kickin’ it. I need somebody to kick it when I’m goin’ through everything I’m goin’ through. When I can just lay back, smoke a blunt, rub my back or somethin’, you know I’m sayin’? Let me vent to you sometimes baby. Hoes ain’t shit but pussies, haha I told ’em hoes ain’t shit but pussies, haha