Sacrifices (feat. 2 Chainz & Young Thug) - Drake

Yeah Amari Jacob, you know what I'm sayin' ATL Jacob Proud of you Gang, gang Yeah, high top Versaces, I got high top socks I got popsicle diamonds, they no lie, ahk I got hot yellow shit suckin' my socks off (Slurp) It's so crazy how this money start a lot of stuff (What?) All this motherfuckin' money startin' to double up (Startin' to double up) Fuck it, look at how much money startin' to double up (Start to double up) I got rose gold stars on a Rolls Royce truck (Swerve) All this motherfuckin' money startin' to double up (Double up, double up) I'm a beast, I'm a dog, I ain't takin' no days off All them cloudy ass diamonds got your necklace look like fog On the phone with Donatella, I need my high tops in yellow Name another fella got Versace deal that's from the ghetto Yeah, my foot been on, the pedal, I been on this level, yeah When I marry Keisha, only time I'm gonna settle, yeah Hope you are prepared, yeah, this the dragon's lair, yeah I been spittin' fire, know you motherfuckers scared Hand all up her skirt, drop her off then skrrt I just left the stu', Versace on my shoe Logos on my headband, dreads long like, "Yeah, mon" Drop the top, a sun tan, I do my own stunts, man Yeah, high top Versaces, I got high top socks I got popsicle diamonds, they no lie, ahk I got hot yellow shit suckin' my socks off (I got hot) It's so crazy how this money start a lot of stuff (Let's go, let's go) All this motherfuckin' money startin' to double up (Bankroll) Fuck it, look at how much money startin' to double up (Double up) I got rose gold stars on a Rolls Royce truck All this motherfuckin' money startin' to double up Take the tint off the coupe, keep it fishbowl In the summertime, my rings keep my fist cold I got East Coast bitches, I got West Coast Treat my East Coast bitches like my West Coast I been drinkin' Actavis like it's red, yo It's daytime outside, we light the candles I been ballin' on your daddy like I'm Caillou And I keep the Uzi Vert, Ryu And I make her squirt, ah, I, ooh Lamborghini Urus flyin' by you And I know my pockets look like Bibles Pink molly, Shoryuken, Ryu Yeah, high top Versaces, I got high top socks I got popsicle diamonds, they no lie, ahk I got hot yellow shit suckin' my socks off (Slurp) It's so crazy how this money start a lot of stuff (What?) All this motherfuckin' money startin' to double up (Startin' to double up) Fuck it, look at how much money startin' to double up (Start to double up) I got rose gold stars on a Rolls Royce truck (Swerve) All this motherfuckin' money startin' to double up (Double up, double up)

(It's Dolph) I don't get mad, I just get paid Smelling like a pound, Walking in the bank I been smoking weed (Since when) Before the fifth grade This a man's world, Bitch stay in your place Shitting on your favorite rapper, Did it by mistake Went and got a mansion, Went and got a maid Naw I ain't got a deal, But I got a Wraith I call my clientele, I'm sorry for the wait All these pounds in my traphouse, Feel like I'm out of shape These bitches love me man, I'm drinking muddy man Drop a four in a ginger ale, It tastes like bubbly man Young nigga hit a lick now you can't tell me nothing man Pulled up in a Porsche, Pulled off in a Wraith Pulled up in a Porsche, Pulled off in a Wraith Pulled up in a Porsche, Pulled off in a Wraith I saw my old bitch yesterday, You should've seen her face Pulled up in a Porsche, Pulled off in a Wraith Pulled up in a Porsche, Pulled off in a Wraith Pulled up in a Porsche, Pulled off in a Wraith I saw my old bitch yesterday, You should've seen her face Pulled up in a Porsche, that bitch too anemic Got that Rolls Royce, that bitch too conceited Then I got them feet, had to get a pedi Bought Keisha the Audi, you other niggas petty Bet you ain't got more money than harmony in heaven Flat black Chevy, flat black MAC 11 I'm rolling up by the pound, you rolling up by the seven Walk in the room with the black and white fur, that bitch that look like a panda I put the slang in the gram, I just might loan your fam I do this shit for Atlanta, shoot that bitch up with a cannon All that I want is some Act, whip that shit up with a Fanta Niggas don't know how to act, when I pull up bitches pull out the cameras Pulled up in that 9 11, pulled off in a Wraith This my second one this year, it still got paper plates I'm laughing out the [?] the way I'm laughing to the bank, ha ha All you niggas standing in line, you need more food to fill my plate Swear you pussy niggas sweeter than some crème brulee I got niggas in the kitchen that'll razorblade your face I'm frying chicken in my fucking Wraith, ghetto nigga Eating Dodger's chicken in my fucking Wraith, what can I say Greasy fingers, spill some hot sauce on that leather suede ceiling Barbeque interior, collard green exterior All these cars outside I can't decide which one to drive And all these hoes outside I can't decide which one I want inside

Benihana Jeezy Ft: 2 Chainz & Rocko Share 13, 971 views I had P's, I had keys and them shits don't open doors Got a house full of tanned white girls, Jersey Shore Got a thing for Ferraris, Lamboginis I adore And I treat em like my bitches, in and out em like they whores I say I love the way you grind but you shine even better When I take the time to shine I'm on my grind even better Got me hyped up in Valejo, they say they got that yayo They say it's weighin' up like a big bag of potatoes Something 'bout them freak hoes, a song to my ego Damn right I'm talkin' chips like a big bag of Doritos Whip that pistol and that work all day, Three Amigos What's it take to brighten up your day? 30 kilos You can send the clucker so you don't know me sucka I ain't no Tiger Woods, I took them golf balls to Augusta I hit the highway, Rush Hour, Chris Tucker I'm ridin' dolo, Lethal Weapon, Danny Glover I know it's gotta make ya wonder, my chain lightning and thunder 10 years in the game, now I keep from going under Got money in my bags but let's blow it on marijuana I'll whip it right here in yo face, Benihana Whip it right here in yo face, Benihana Don't make me whip it right here in yo face, Benihana Gotta make you wonder, keep him going under I'll whip it right here in yo face, Benihana Yea, hah! Paula Deen, we in the kitchen nigga (kitchen nigga) Hey! I'm at Gio's cookin chicken nigga Huh! Greg Maddux, yeah we pitchin' nigga They call him Frank Lucas cause he snitchin' nigga Spot, doin numbers, got a valet car I was 30 minute wait, gotta stand at a bar No shirt, iced out hoe... Liberace Stand up over the stove, cook it right in front you, Hibachi Nigga try to repeat the recipe but they shrimps I be done Number lobster for the mobster Fish fish fish, yo salmon want beef, nigga what's happenin'? Cook you well done, filet mignon Scramble the eggs, chop the onions Shit stink, baby say it smell like funions Rocko the Chef, no Raekwon though Karate chop that chicken... taekwondo Fire fire fire, killed him double life Sea food combination, give me double rice Poltergeist got your girl freakin' out Put me on the bar so I'ma hammer, fuck her way to ball City locked and I got my semi cocked Pull up in that motherfucker with the titties out Put me on the block, bet I'm sellin' out Put me on a boat, yea I'm sellin' out Got my bank account hyperventilating If I say fuck you that mean I'm penetrating Real nigga shit, I represent the south side I spell it with a F and the F stand for fire!

Chance The motherfuckin' rapper With a capitalized, uh, times, not the times but you know what I'm saying the times Thugger Lil Boat Chance Lil Boat Am I the only nigga still care about mixtapes Am I the only nigga still care about mixtapes I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch, wanna know how lips taste I swear I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch, wanna know how the lips taste All I can hear is the third, ayy All I can hear is the third, ayy We don't know none of your words, ayy We don't know none of your words, ayy I love my women real tall, ayy Type that can really play ball, ayy You buy my hat at the park, ayy Think I might really play ball, ayy I got a link in my bio, my bitch do the salsa like pico de gallo They gotta ask if they may, Cinco de Mayo How can they call themselves bosses When they got so many bosses You gotta see what your boss say I get it straight out the faucet I ain't felt like this since the third drought, third carter drop Told my momma third grade I'd be in the third Barbershop And you know momma got real worried when she heard college drop But now I call the shots I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste I swear I'm the only nigga still cares about mixtapes Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste Bad little mama, she gettin' it Obama She sting like a bumble bee, hot as the sauna She shine like a Rollie, got that from her momma Can't see me, can't be me, I'm ridin' like a panda That booty gon' roll and it's outta control And these bitches gon' fuck off respect and that loyalty All my bitches lovin' me and they spoil me Rub me down with that lotion, baby oil me Drinking Actavis, baby I'm showin' me In that choppa I see your perimeter Change the culture, cause my ring is a solar Wait one minute I told you Yeah, I would like to know you Yeah, you lucky like clovers Yeah, the clothes no good Mama I do it, your ass I pursue it Just look at me baby I came from the sewers They love all the slime ball Like they fuck all these cats on your slime dog That got me serene like I'm breakin' a bar And I'm ballin' on you like I'm Chris Paul I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste I swear I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste Am I the only one who really care about cover art Growing up I ain't have my brother cause he said the streets gave him a fresh start I ain't know what that mean I bumped heads with my dean Dropped out and hit the scene Now I'm stunting like bling Time and time again they told me no They told me I wouldn't go Cause in high school all I cared about was hoes Well, maybe that shit was my interest Now I spend more than they make at my dentist After 1Night the folks thought I was finished I pin my name to the game like a seamstress Oh, bitch I bite like a gator Fuck them reviews that they put in the paper Did what I wanted, didn't care about a hater Delivered my tape to the world as a caterer Oh, they fuck with me cause I'm different New sound, new appearance Bitch it's Boat from the 6 Give a fuck about a bitch Walk out, my hand on my dick, I'm the shit I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste I said am I the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste