Raindrops, droptop Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox Fuckin' on your bitch she a thot, thot Cookin' up dope in the crockpot We came from nothin' to somthin', brah I don't trust nobody grip the ah Call up the gang, and they come for ya My bitch is bad and boujee Cookin' up dope with the Uzi My hittas a savage, ruthless We got 30's and 100 rounds too So, my bitch is bad and boujee Cookin' up dope with the Uzi My hittas a savage, ruthless We got 30's and 100 rounds too Willy will, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo Rackings and rackings, got back-ends on back-ends I'm ridin' around in a coupe I take your bitch right from you Bitch I'm a dog (roof) Beat the hoe walls loose Hop in the frog I tell that bitch to come confort me Swear all these hittas is under me They hate and the devil keep jumpin' me Bankrolls on me keep me company Aye, we did the most Pull up in ghosts My diamonds a choker Holdin' the fire with no holster Rick the ruler, diamonds cooler This a rollie, not a muller Dabbin' on 'em like usual Magic with the brick, do voodoo Courtside with a bad bitch Then I send the bitch an uber Young and rich and plus I'm bougie Try'na make my life a movie Raindrops, droptop Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox Fuckin' on your bitch she a thot, thot Cookin' up dope in the crockpot We came from nothin' to somethin', brah I don't trust nobody grip the ah Call up the gang, and they come for ya My bitch is bad and boujee Cookin' up dope with the Uzi My hittas a savage, ruthless We got 30's and 100 rounds too My bitch is bad and boujee Cookin' up dope with the Uzi My hittas a savage, ruthless We got 30's and 100 rounds too Don't owe nobody, owe nobody Always on the job, I got no hobbies Got my city fuckin' with me 'cause I'm homegrown Vibin' out more than my phone though Leave me 'lone, me on my own though I cut that bitch off like an edit My daddy a G, its genetics I heard ya new shit, its pathetic And your contract should be shredded Took my dogs on a private jet from the public housing I kept it G, yeah, one thousand Clique star- studded like the paramoumt mountain Last night took a L, but tonight I bounce back Wake up every morning, by the night, I count stacks Knew that ass was real, when I hit, it bounced back You ain't getting checks, yeah yeah yeah chi chi Last night took a L, but tonight I bounce back I been broke as hell, cashed a check and bounced back D town LAX, every week I bounce back If you a real one, then you know how to bounce back Raindrops, droptop Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox Fuckin' on your bitch she a thot, thot Cookin' up dope in the crockpot We came from nothin' to somethin', brah I don't trust nobody grip the ah Call up the gang, and they come for ya My bitch is bad and boujee Cookin' up dope with the Uzi My hittas a savage, ruthless We got 30's and 100 rounds too My bitch is bad and boujee Cookin' up dope with the Uzi My hittas a savage, ruthless

You know, young rich niggas You know so we never really had no old money We got a whole lotta new money though, hah (If Young Metro don't trust you I'm gon' shoot ya) Hey! Raindrop, drop top (drop top) Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox (cookie) Fuckin' on your bitch she a thot, thot (thot) Cookin' up dope in the crockpot (pot) We came from nothin' to somethin' nigga (hey) I don't trust nobody grip the trigger (nobody) Call up the gang, and they come and get you (gang) Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey) My bitch is bad and boujee (bad) Cookin' up dope with an Uzi (blaow) My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage) We got 30's and 100 rounds too (grrah) My bitch is bad and boujee (bad) Cookin' up dope with an Uzi (dope) My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey) We got 30's and 100 rounds too (glah) Lyrics continue below FEATURED VIDEOLast.fm's Top Pop Tracks Offset, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo! Rackings on rackings, got back-ends on back-ends I'm ridin' around in a coupe (coupe) I take your bitch right from you (You) Bitch I'm a dog, roof (grr) Beat the hoe walls loose (hey) Hop in the frog, whoo (skrt) I tell that bitch to come comfort me (comfort me) I swear these niggas is under me (hey) They hate and the devil keep jumpin' me (jumpin' me) Bankrolls on me keep me company (cash) Aye, we did the most Yeah, pull up in Ghosts (whoo) Yeah, my diamonds a choker (glah) Holdin' the fire with no holster (blaow) Rick the Ruler, diamonds cooler (cooler) This a Rollie, not a Muller (hey) Dabbin' on 'em like the usual (dab) Magic with the brick, do voodoo (magic) Courtside with a bad bitch (bitch) Then I send the bitch through Uber (go) I'm young and rich and plus I'm bougie (hey) I'm not stupid so I keep the Uzi (rrah) Rackings on rackings, got back-ends on back-ends So my money makin' my back ache You niggas got a low acc rate (acc) We from the Nawf, yeah, dat way (nawf) Fat Cookie blunt in the ashtray (cookie) Two bitches, just national smash day (smash) Hop in the Lamb, have a drag race (skrt) I let them birds take a bath, bathe (brr) Raindrop, drop top (drop top) Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox (cookie) Fuckin' on your bitch she a thot, thot (thot) Cookin' up dope in the crockpot (pot) We came from nothin' to somethin' nigga (hey) I don't trust nobody grip the trigger (nobody) Call up the gang, and they come and get you (gang) Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey) My bitch is bad and boujee (bad) Cookin' up dope with an Uzi (blaow) My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage) We got 30's and 100 rounds too (grrah) My bitch is bad and boujee (bad) Cookin' up dope with an Uzi (dope) My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey) We got 30's and 100 rounds too (glah) Pour a four, I'm droppin' muddy Outer space, Kid Cudi (drank) Introduce me to your bitch as wifey and we know she sluttin' Broke a brick down, nutted butted, now that nigga duckin' Don't move too fast I might shoot you (huh?) Draco bad and boujee (draco) I'm always hangin' with shooters (brrah) Might be posted somewhere secluded (private) Still be playin' with pots and pans, call me Quavo Ratatouille Run with that sack, call me Boobie (run with it) When I'm on stage show me boobies (ay) Ice on my neck, I'm the coolest (ice) Hop out the suicide with the Uzi (pew-pew-pew) I pull up, I pull up, I pull up I hop out with all of the drugs and the good luck (skrrt) I'm cookin', I'm cookin', I'm whippin' I'm whippin' into a rock up, let it lock up (lock up) I gave her 10 racks I told her go shoppin' and spend it all at the pop up (ten) These bitches they fuck and suck dick And they bustin' for Instagram, get your Klout up Uh, yeah, dat way, float on the track like a Segway (go) Yeah, dat way, I used to trap by the Subway (trappin') Yeah, dat way, young nigga trap with the AK (rrrah) Yeah, dat way, big dyke ho get it though, Macy Gray (hey) Raindrop, drop tops (drop top) Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox (cookie) Fuckin' on your bitch she a thot, thot (thot) Cookin' up dope in the crockpot (pot) We came from nothin' to somethin' nigga (hey) I don't trust nobody grip the trigger (nobody) Call up the gang, and they come and get you (gang) Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey) My bitch is bad and boujee (bad) Cookin' up dope with an Uzi (blaow) My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage) We got 30's and 100 rounds too (grrah) My bitch is bad and boujee (bad) Cookin' up dope with an Uzi (dope) My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey) We got 30's and 100 rounds too (glah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah My bitch she bad to the bone, ay Wait, these niggas watchin' I swear to God they be my clones Yeah, hey, huh Switchin' my hoes like my flows (what?) Switchin' my flows like my clothes (like what?) Keep on shootin' that gun, don't reload Ooh, ooh, now she want fuck with my crew Cause the money come all out the roof Drive the Rari, that bitch got no roof (skrt) Wait, what kind of Rari? 458 (damn) All of these niggas, they hate (they hate) Try to hide, shoot through the gate Look, go to strip club, make it rain, yeah So much money, they use rakes Count 100 thousand in your face (in your face) Yeah, then put 300 right in the safe Met her today, ooh She talk to me like she knew me (yeah) Go to sleep in a jacuzzi, yeah Wakin' up right to a two-piece (yeah) Countin' that paper like loose leaf (yeah) Gettin' that chicken with blue cheese (yeah) Boy, you so fake like my collar, you snakin' I swear to God that be that Gucci (aye) And you know we winnin' (winnin') Yeah, we is not losin' Try to play your song, it ain't move me (what?) Saw your girl once, now she choosin' (yeah) Raindrop, drop top (drop top) Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox (cookie) Fuckin' on your bitch she a thot, thot (thot) Cookin' up dope in the crockpot (pot) We came from nothin' to somethin' nigga (hey) I don't trust nobody grip the trigger (nobody) Call up the gang, and they come and get you (gang) Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey) My bitch is bad and boujee (bad) Cookin' up dope with an Uzi (blaow)

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Mic check 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, red dot on the camera I'm live (Uh!) She wanna come through, told her make moves, we can live that life, I'm the plumber you're the pipe (Uh!) Been all around the city in a night, did it right, no sleep, I'm about ot catch a flight (Uh!) Vodka with the sprite, funny how some shit that supposed to kill me only made me feel like I'm alive (Uh!) Who you know they do it, like I do it, don't nobody do it, like I do it, I been doing it since '96 (Uh!) Who you know that's moving, like I'm moving, ain't nobody moving, like I'm moving bitch I'm on the way to getting rich When their song come on people look like huh? When my song come on people looking like (Uh!) This that shit that you can feel up in your chest Say fuck that nigga, excuse my tongue Who the realest in the room right now, look around and it gotta be me (Uh!) No limits in my life, I don't like, I'm feeling like Master P (Uh!) Na na na na, (Uh!), na na na na na na na na (Uh!) Na na na na, (Uh!), na na na na na na na na (Uh!) Mic check, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, oh no he's at it again (Uh!) Throw a house party in my brand new crib. girl better call up your friends (Uh!) Let's not be selfish I hit it then pass it to my friends like I'm Jason Kidd (Uh!) If the neighbors is peaking, they really can't see cause we got a big wall like Berlin (Uh!) Who you know they got it, like I got it, don't nobody got it, like I got it, bitch I'm poppin', Orville Redenbacher Who you know that's talking, like I'm talking, ain't nobody talking, like I'm talking, if they talking, put 'em in a coffin' When your song come on people looking like huh? When my song come on people looking like (Uh!) This the shit that you can feel up in your chest Say fuck that nigga, excuse my tongue Everybody wanna have a good time, everybody wanna live the good life Everybody wanna sing all night Make 'em say Uh, na na na na, na na na na Make 'em say Uh, na na na na, na na na na na Pour up a cup of your favourite drink, roll up a joint of your favourite green Call up your homies, let's make 'em sing, call up your ladies, let's make 'em sing like Uh Na na na na, na na na na Make 'em say Uh, na na na na, na na na na na Me and Futuristic we were travelin' local, now we on the rise and now we pushing Coast 2 Coast like (Uh!) Everybody want a verse, a hook, or want a something, ryan tossing niggas out the crowd like (Uh!) Please don't kill nobody, everybody here bobbing, hitting all these nigga like hadoken (Uh!) I be really on my ryu shit, do it like I'm Blanca when I shock you with some new shit (Uh!) Feelin' like a mic, you believe the hype, I be feeling like Money Mayweather but I'm reading right Pen and paper and a pad i never thought it would happen, every time a nigga want a hook, then I'm a captain You say you can see me falling off, tell me how you figure If you try your luck, oh you get bodied by a singing nigga You just talk that trash and motherfucker I don't ever litter Haters be the sons and I don't wanna get a babysitter Who the realest in the room right now, look around and it gotta be me (Uh!) No limits in my life, I don't like, I'm feeling just like Master P (Uh!) Na na na na, (Uh!), na na na na na na na na (Uh!) Na na na na, (Uh!), na na na na na na na na (Uh!) Everybody wanna have a good time, everybody wanna live the good life Everybody wanna sing all night Make 'em say Ugh, na na na na, na na na na Make 'em say Ugh, na na na na, na na na na na Pour up a cup of your favourite drink, roll up a joint of your favourite green Call up your homies, let's make 'em sing, call up your ladies, let's make 'em sing like Ugh Na na na na, na na na na Make 'em say Ugh, na na na na, na na na na na

Only I got the love (got the love) Only I got the love (got the love) Hey, stranger, is that ass still fat? Do you still live at Eglinton and Black Creek? I just had a dream about you last week But I ain't never tell you it was mad sweet We got all types of nasty Let's link up soon, like girl, what's up? (Girl, what's up?) Get drinks and food, it might be fun (might be fun) I love my crew, you'll like them too (yeah, yeah) If not, it's cool, it's simple lust (simple lust) Let's rendezvous on Ossington (Ossington) Walk up the strip then show you off (wait) And give you dick (and give you dick) 'Cause only I got the love that'll please you Baby, you attracted to thugs, then I could be rude Maybe I don't pass the blunt, would that appease you? Kidding, I'ma pass the blunt, but I don't need to 'Cause only I got the love (got the love) To take you to your paradise Only I got the love (got the love) That made you dance through Paris nights Baby wanna walk, talk, and drink a little (drink a little) Stop the talk and sing a little (sing a little) I don't hang hardly, you'll change the party You'll wake up on me, I'll make you coffee You'll come from far east down to the west side From visiting your people on your spare time I'll spend time showing you my best side (best side) Make you feel a flutter on your left side Thick as peanut butter on a bread slice, whoa You'll look even better on my bedside, whoa I could be the number that you memorize I could be the lover that your friends like Maybe I got the love that'll lead to A little more than actin' up in secret I don't mind actin' up in the street too Baby, just take the plunge and let T do it Only I got the love (got the love) To take you to your paradise Only I got the love (got the love) That made you dance through Paris nights (One, two, three) Paris I took you to Paris We walked through the Garden of Versailles together When I took you to Paris Paris, Paris, Paris